Sad Day

Posted October 22, 2014

Even when I'm not wanted, I can't let everyone down.

[I go back and correct the mistakes I make purposefully. Sounds like an alegory for life. My life, anyway. I don't even think that's the right word now. Moving on.]

I feel too afraid to write the words I hear in my head. Not because they're disturbing and you're about to embark on some twisted journey in the mind of a serial killer, no I'm afraid to write them because that would make them real. Like telling a family member or close friend something bad about your spouse. You can't come back from that. No matter what transpires in the future, even if there is never a single bad moment ever again, that person isn't going to forget that one little nagging nugget. So, no, nothing is real tonight. I'm just venting sadness and mourning a temporary low point. It's mostly money. Of course.

And I hate this computer. Slow and crashy now. It was the shit at one time! Ha.