today sux hardcore.
i'm gonna go back to crying and eating grilled cheese sammich with pickles.
everything i loved is gone. on this, formerly the happiest day of my whole year, my daughter is too busy celebrating to even talk to me and Angel is in Seattle and i hate my life.
right now. hate. seething loathing hate.
i wish is could put things back to when IIIIII was happy.
me.
happy.
but NOOOOOOOO, i don't get to be happy. happy was freaking sacrificed on my doorstep.
the bloody rotting corpse of my potential happiness is still smattered all over my front porch.
seriously.
it smells awful.
the neighbors complain and city will likely leave me a note telling me to clean that crap off.
there is nothing so acrid and bitter like murdered happiness.
FYI - Friday the 13th was supposed to be my wedding day, too.
this whole month is hell this year. i'm tired of this month, make me a new month. start it tomorrow. DO IT! NOOOOOOW!!!!! I COMMAND IT!
10-4 good buddies
confessed on Wednesday, Oct. 31, 2006