Trying to be happy makes me want to puke.

I have been trying desperately to think happy thoughts and not think about the parts of my life that are depressing, which let's be honest is a good chucnk of my life. But none of it's working today. Today is a crappy day. Today it's all I can do not to crawl under my desk and cry.

I am twenty fucking five years old. I should have a full time job by now. I shouldn't have gotten married until my husband finished school. Which means I'd still not be married. I hate my life.