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Some day I hope to do something right. Be a good mom, someday I feel like a good mom but most I feel like I just ignore it all…go through the motions making it seem I am better than I truly am. I wish I knew who I truly was. I just want to jump in my truck and drive, drive till I find someone who actually cares. Someone who can make me realize who I am, who I’m going to be. I’m tired of this dead end job and dirty house when will my life be what I envisioned? I know you have to make your life but how? I can’t get the thoughts out of my head the ones that make me feel unless. I’ll never be enough for anyone and I’ve just realized that.