Life is going to continue to kick me in the face with a size 13 steel toed boot that just so happens to have dog crap on the bottom. Every day something new comes up and just beats me till I'm bleeding on the ground, my wounds getting filled with mud and muck.
So whats the point anymore? Why can't I just disappear off the face of the earth? From what I can tell the only ones that would be truly affected would be my parents, Dalton, Kitty, and Nick.
As for the rest of you guys reading this, you've gone so far without talking to me hardly at all, so whats the rest of you life really mean?
I know one of you even stated that you'd give your life to protect me. Yeah freaking right. If that was true you would have called or emailed me by now.
And if you are asking if this is you or not then that means your not. The person that that is intended for knows without a doubt who that was for.
But whatever. Don't try saying talk to a shrink. Like that will freaking help. I'm not depressed for no reason. I have reasons. More reasons than I can even count on both hands. I have physical problems that aren't going to get fixed by just talking to a freaking shrink.
And hey, just cause I'm in the mood, why don't you ask me what my beef is about you. I have some on most anyone. Some I don't cause I don't hang out with you all that much. But if you wanna know what bothers me most about you then just ask. I'll be happy to oblige.
Well this is enough of my sob story. Have a happy thanksgiving and what not.
