WHen I get home...

I'm going to get off late nights, and restrict myself to 2-3 shifts a week.

I'm going to go see my Dr.

I'm going to continue to figure out who I am.

I'm going to make a conscious effort to stop all negative comments.

I'm going to stop feelings guilty, and like others need me or my time.

Isn't it horrible how sometimes we can't see how horrible things are until something dramatic happens like hurting one of the ppl you love more than anything in this world? That you realize how you feel, adn the horrible things you say are totally different... How did I manage to totally lose myself.