... and who really cares?
I'm miserable.
No prizes for guessing why.
And I don't really care who knows it now. I'm beyond caring. I've been punished and tortured enough. I'm tired of treading water and trying to keep my head above the waves of depression, sadness and misery that keep washing over me, threatening to sink me and push me under.
I'm miserable. Period.
And there's no one to really turn to. Who the hell wants to listen anyway? Who the hell is going to bother to read this and even leave a note or think about it?
Nobody, by my reckoning.
Even if this sounds vindictive and unfair, I hope that she's happy now.
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