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*sighs* [Jul. 24th, 2009|08:55 am]
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This 'forum' was updated 48 weeks ago....yeah I care, can you tell.

I am thoroughly disgusted with everyone and everything at this point - I don't even know where to begin.

My son's life is a mess - thanks to the stellar parenting job of his father - my ex - who does not seem to care that his son is apparently using drugs, is depressed and just can't get his life together.  But *I'M* over-reacting....yeah right.

Not being able to finish things is appropros of what, exactly? 

It's the story of my life and may relationships.

My heart has never felt heavier.  I have never been more hurt and insulted as I am right now.  Or angry for that matter.  I want to scream but I am afraid to as I may never stop.  I feel as fragile as butterfly wings - and butterflys, so I am told, only live for two weeks - to me as it stands right now - that sounds like heaven.


Signing off.

[User Picture]From: aroundtehcorner
2009-07-26 03:51 am (UTC)
I'm Soooo sorry to hear all of this. I'l send good thought your way. I know it's not much.

*many hugs*
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