I'm so tired.

I'm tired of the in-fighting. The arguments. I'm tired of finding out that my family are doing things together days after eveyone else knows, and I'm tired of finding out online, in the way that people find out the weather.

I'm tired of having nowhere to call my own.

I'm weary that I have the task of making everyone happy, yet seem to be responsible for none of it.

I'd really like a really real cuddle. Not a "there, there" one. An "I adore you" one.

I know that everyone has their own problems, I'm under no illusion that I am the centre of the Universe but without me people appear to be happy.

With me? Well, I appear to be making everyone sad.

I wish I knew why.