I don't know you guys, but I need to rant. sorry in advance. I was never supposed to be, twas a mistake at that. A young mother, abusive father. Now, 25 years later I've realized that I really shouldn't be alive, everything I touch, breaks. Everything I'm involved with goes to shit. People who get too close, end up with nothing and hurt in some way or another. I'm tired of living, every day is horrible. Never a joy to be seen or heard. I can't smile, not because I dont want to, but because there really is nothing to smile about. They say I should be happy because I'm alive ... is that really such a great gift when your existence is nothing but misery, loneliness and stress? Mom, i forgive you. Dad, rot in hell. As for me, we shall see.