I knew these feelings would come. I’m ashamed of what I have done to myself in the past. People out there… don’t make it any easier. If I had it my way, most would catch a swift cross to the face, but that wouldn’t make me any better for it. The hard part now is dealing with the aftermath. I guess I am just broken forever, but my goal is to die with my head and heart in the right place, and that’s where they are now so I am not doing too bad. I’m not sure there is a God. Not with what goes on. I’m so sorry for those who believe, and I’m sorry if there were ever going to be a supreme being. I just can’t fathom it with some of the stuff I see. Have mercy. I hate that I work with grown men that act like 17-year-old girls, but that would be an insult to 17-year-old girls at times. Just f*** all of you. Just once I want to tangle with someone and not go to jail. Just once.