Waiting
Day 9 of waiting...
When your wife says to you how could our relationship possibly get any worse... what are you supposed to do? I really don't know. I'm out of answers. Who can blame her for hating me? I drug her across the country to live at my brother's house because it was "the better life." I am so frustrated and hurt that I now believe there is no such thing as "the better life" and fuck society and dreams and/or anything/anyone else who made me ever believe there was.
And who exactly am I writing to? Is this fucking journal such good therapy? I am writing to no one. The only ones reading it are the screaming voices inside my head.
Maybe it's time to silence them.
When your wife says to you how could our relationship possibly get any worse... what are you supposed to do? I really don't know. I'm out of answers. Who can blame her for hating me? I drug her across the country to live at my brother's house because it was "the better life." I am so frustrated and hurt that I now believe there is no such thing as "the better life" and fuck society and dreams and/or anything/anyone else who made me ever believe there was.
And who exactly am I writing to? Is this fucking journal such good therapy? I am writing to no one. The only ones reading it are the screaming voices inside my head.
Maybe it's time to silence them.