You'll miss me when I'm gone...

I usually don't write twice a day. I just have a short thought to get out. I feel all my efforts get taken for granted--it's never enough--I'm truly tired of feeling this way, it makes me bitter, it also makes me moody, it also makes me angry. I can't wait to move out---nagging moodiness nagging--when will it stop? So unappreciative, you'll miss me when I'm gone. At least the comfort of my room can act as a safe haven. Talking about family issues is very touchy to me--all families have their problems. My coworker was telling me how she no longer talks to her mother--because her mother is controlling etc..Another friend told me she's going through something similar as me, so, it's a bit comforting to know I'm not the only person dealing with such issues.