With all that's wrong with the world right now I somehow muddle through each day knowing tomorrow will bring more of the same. I'm not one to boast but karma, that girl is on FIRE! Wreaking havoc all over! In a sense, I am content with that. What I am not okay with is living a life that is nothing short of a complete lie. I broke down the walls protecting me and here I am, standing with my head hung low because I have been a fucking fool for all of these years. How naive of me, and to think I bash those who are just that, naive. Well, it's that time. 10 years I've been posting on and off, some years more than others however; to the point...the time has come for me to make a decision. Live and move on or give up and end this fight! I am there , tending to lean more towards the latter of the two.
Just a thought, I wonder how a man/woman feels when a supposed 'loved' one takes their own life? Do they feel guilt or shame knowing they may have had some part in it? I hope so.