Anyway, I find that with few exception (ahem, Pac, Brad, Damien) people who don't call me aren't missed at all. That, quite possibly, sucks worst of all.
So I'm couch-jockeying for the time being while Mike is out of town at work. We are still trying to keep our head above water, which isn't always easy when the help you were promised with some bills (loans) isn't there when you need it.
But I'm trying not to be bitter about things. That which does not kill me only reminds me where to trust and who to hate.
Oh, yeah, and my mother is a raving cunt who should die slowly because I would have been better off aborted than her daughter.
I miss everything about my life. And I hate everyone who has robbed me of it.