Lethargic. Or, to put it another way, ah could give a f**k!
Caught between carrying on living, or killing myself.
Getting to the point where I'm sick of hearing excuses being made for why my mum won't do something when I try to motivate her. Cuz that's my job now, encourage this short, fat-arsed, old woman to follow through on things when she says she needs to get things done. Instead of complain. Which, according to her, makes me a naggin' c**t. But, when she does that to me - which she does constantly - she's only trying to help me.
And, still, every decision or suggestion I make is dismissed as "stupid"