I'm not forgotten? What the fuck do you call it then? Almost six years ago I woke up…thinking that shit would happen soon. Nope, six years have rolled by and not a peep from any of you.

I'm fucking miserable. Pain is 7-9 on most days, my wife has multiple personalities and is a bitch 21 out of 30 days each month. She has no empathy or any feelings of kindness, compassion, or love. She's a product of the roman catholic up bringing, she's mentally fucked up.

If I don't feel love soon, if I don't feel like I matter soon, off this planet I go. Not a threat or anything of that nature, just telling you like it is. If there is no reason for me to be here, fuck all of you for waking me. I would have rather been happy and stupid.

HELP ME or cut me lose. If I am the one you've been waiting for, let's get on it, let's go, let's do something that matters. If you lied to me, tell me you lied.

I'm done.