... It's just one of those nights, I guess -- when ghosts of the past drop in for a visit and refuse to be ignored. They haunt me and hound my footsteps and thwart every attempt I make at diverting my thoughts.

I absolutely HATE feeling this way. I despise feeling sorry for myself. I will not deny that I feel utterly betrayed; and dear heavens, yes ( Read more... )

( A Cathartic Letter )