I went to bed last night, praying to God that I would wake up with a different life. To wake up, cranky from going to bed four hours ago, and mad at life because I had to go to school at deal with all the people who hated me, and hang out with the few people I considered friends. This is what I wanted.

Instead, I woke up to watch my husband go to work. Fed my two month old baby girl, and went back to sleep. My day consisted of taking my dog outside, screening the few calls I even got...