I am not made of success stories
Or even stories that should be repeated
I rarely dare to venture back through my prior writings
Or I stumble across something like I did today, when I found this
Monday, January 29, 2007
I may get out of this mess alive, but I am not going to holding my breath for it anyways, not much really left to live for. This have been getting stranger everyday, everyday is more confusing than the day before that. Every night is a more hellish nightmare than the on before it. I downward plunge, not even a spiral, is what I am going through.