It's Just A Phase...A Long, Long Phase

When need and want and good and bad and right and wrong all get mixed up in my head, I know it's just the frustration talking. I get so tired of being frustrated. I get tired of being tired. I get tired of never knowing what's next. It's just one of those weekends...where nothing works out and there's no sign that it will be better soon. And I just want to complain or sit down and cry or throw a tantrum. Sometimes I feel like such a spoiled brat...