Jun 18, 2003 19:27
I feel like a fat kid at a kickball game. You know the guy that's always picked last? Yep, that's me. I'm convinced that my sole reason for existence, is so that everyone else can throw rocks at me. Life lately has been full of ups and downs, with a lot of so-so's in between. As i've mentioned before, I'm very worried about my girl and her health, and now I've got my fathers health to worry about too. Stubborn bastard, doesn't watch his diet, won't take his medication, won't listen to anybody about it, I swear he's on a fast-track to being dead. He's also been quite crabby lately, which does not make for a warm family-like environment.
Fuck, this is starting to depress me. I'm out.
that will be all