If anyone reads this,
I'm sorry that it's been so depressing lately (and always).


A lot of stuff just keeps getting thrown at me.
I'm trying not to be sick anymore, but sometimes she grips me with razor claws, iron fists. She makes my throat bleed, my head spin. And it's disgusting, I know. But in times of troubles, she's all I have to run to.


I'm sorry that I can't let go of the past. The worst happened, I lost a lover and a friend. And they're not even sorry. They were never sorry. I'm expected to shut up, get in line, play along. It's really not fair. Why is the guilty party always innocent, and why am I always guilty?

I would NEVER do something like that, ever.