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 August 20, 2008
My one remaining purpose in life looks like it will end soon, if certain people have their way with things, and then I'll be left with only the pain and emptiness and hopelessness. Maybe this will be for the best, as I'm being told, but I have no belief that my grandma will do well outside of her life-long home and my care. If not for that fact I would look forward gleefuly to a final release from the last of my responsibilities and the freedom to finally let go. I'll fight for what's best for my grandma, but I largely suspect that my grandmother's welfare is not remotely at the root of what I've been told is to come, and what is best for her will quite surely be a moot point in this effort to remove me from the equation.
Posted at 10:15 PM
August 19, 2008
Will it ever end?
Posted at 10:46 PM
August 18, 2008
Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Posted at 8:59 PM
August 17, 2008
Why is it that I feel uncomfortable around pretty much everyone lately?
Posted at 12:42 AM
August 16, 2008
I'm not stable enough for this shit.
Posted at 11:48 PM
August 15, 2008
Life - just as craptastic as it seems.
Posted at 9:38 PM
August 14, 2008
LIfe is pain. Anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
Posted at 8:53 PM
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