Failure... The lowest of lows.
This morning, anger... sorrow... dissapointment... every negative emotion could be felt in this house.
I have failed. I was suppose to be resonsible... i was suppose to be here. I went out with friends. So i guess i deserve this.
I'm not suppose to be near my computer anymore... I'm not suppose to go anywhere anymore... or anything.
Someone had to be blamed for the problems that wern't solved. And so i was given the blame. i should have done a better job at keeping this house taken care of, i should have never left with friends, i should have never thought for myself... i should have been more responsible.
I failed... last night before she came home... i was beyond depressed... i come home... and hell eats me alive. Last night was one of the hardest nights for me to sleep, crying and feeling so upset with myself that i would throw up. This morning, the guilt... the blame... has overwhelmed me.
I'm sorry guys but you may not see me for a while. Thats what i get for not being responsible.
I bid you adeu.
Matthew