Funny things happen to a man who is alone. He begins to think he is normal. That all his oddities are the way things ought to be. He begins to think he can do things, things he would never have done before. He begins to think things, things that are strange. And he commits them too. And he just....continues.

I'm really just tired of the shit filled hole that I've created out of my life. I feel like just a fuckin waste....

I would suggest that anyone just give up on me, please, I'm not worth it in any way.

Life is a cruel birch. I was gonna say bitch, but I was auto corrected to birch and I think I like it better. Yes, life is an angry, angry tree with skin condition. In the last 20 or so years, I have met exactly two women that make me feel happy just by being around them. Two. One doesn't want me and has turned happiness to the deepest of sorrows. The other I can't be with for any number of reasons. Life sucks. Or maybe it's just me.