Hey, it's me again.

Losing it big time here. My son knows he, with the foot, has considered it mathematically impossible for me not to be who I am. How much more must I go through.

Insanity lives here, i'd like it to leave. Fix it, or fix my situation, I am begging you, on my screwed up knees and scared up legs, please help me any which way you can. At this point I don't care if she thinks I'm a myth. You can see hear and perhaps understand my situation, help me through it. help me please. i need to sort everything with someone who can give me answers, lots of them. It could be I'm just a nobody with insanity on my mind. i don't like feeling this way, so please, have I paid enough for being alive? Are those I pissed off satisfied that I have learned a lesson? can you please ask them to stop, I only want to be happy, remind them the pain is still in full force, maybe they forgot to turn it off or forgot about me being here. i feel forgotten and as if you've given up on me. you knew I would be hated by everyone except my family, yet here we are. the most loathed person by god. god, did you forget to set a timer? I think i'm done, can you check to see if I've suffered enough?