For all you know, We might not see tomorrow.

Frustrating times, these are.
Indeed.
So I think I need a punching bag... with John's little sister's face plastered all over it.
I'm fed up with her... and this house to be honest.
If it wasn't for John I'd have been gone a long time ago.
I know there are only two more weeks before she's gone, but those two weeks are dragging like there is no tomorrow.
Each and every day there is something that she does to piss me off.
Dishes is a main one... I come home from work and see that the kitchen has been turned into a disaster on my days to clean.
But on her days, she's gone and if there is more than 10 dishes in the sink, she makes her dad do them.
This house is blah as well. Always smells like dog shit because the old man (dog) doesn't know the difference between standing and releasing fecal matter upon the floor and it is always a mess.
I think I'm losing my sanity but remaining sane at the same time.
Weird, I know.
The 19th of this month will be me and John's 1st year being together.
All is well and I'm still madly in love with him.
I'm just going insane with everything else around me.
Because of the job, I seem to have no life anymore.
Tuesdays and Wednesdays are my only day off, and I spend it cleaning laundry, cleaning house, taking John to therapy, trying to get things done that needed to be done all week...
Frustrating seems to be the only word that describes what I feel most of the time now.
And now I sit in the new bed that I bought because John got his gun instead and I think...
Where is life going...?
Where will I be in 5 years from now?
If we wake up everyday, go to work, go home, rinse, and repeat...
What is the point of life?
Other than your loved one and the things that you can buy with money....
I hate life, but I'm living it anyways.