And it goes on…

There’s nothing more to say…
you’re making me feel worse.

I’m just glad I have my family
and some true friends that serve as my columns to lean on and my oxygen tank to
let me continue breathing. You know who you are, no need to say compliments.

When would this stress end? When?
Damn.

I miss writing… writing without
having you in it.

There’s nothing more to say… you’re
making me feel stupid.

P.S.

Hell-O, this is getting worse.