Pain, anger, sadness, and rage. These were the ingredients chosen to create probably one of the most miserable beings on the planet. Then the deities decided to add an extra ingredient to this person, complete lack of hope. And thus I was born and now I would drown my sorrows in yogurt but we're all out again and Mum's not buying any more until next week.
But in all seriousness, this is starting to get old. I sit here, doubt everything I've ever known, cry about it, sleep for about a week straight, wake up fine and dandy only to realize that I'm not and for one reason or another, I'm in way over my head, break down again, and just give up co