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I feel horrible. Every past decision seems to have lead me further and faster to failure. Home was great, I cam back feeling replenished. But a week later, I feel more empty than I have in awhile. Home is a tease. It gives me expectations and hopes of a life I wish I had. But along with the return to the state capitol comes a return to my woes and anguish. What ever brief hopes I have quickly dissipate in to the nothingness that they were from the start. And the condition perpetuates itself. People think you're crazy, you think you're crazy. I hear people bitch and moan about their lives, and I mean I do sympathize with people, everyone has their own problems. But, imagine living with no one to talk to, no one to tell your problems to. No one to trust. It's a rotten life.