They say when things get tough, your real friends are exposed and the fake ones as well. Well, I just don’t have any friends I suppose, or family. But, I think I honestly don’t really care or mind anymore. I’ll just keep on moving on and trim the fat, so to speak. Though sometimes I feel like I should just pack and go home with all the crap they make up and wedge between me and my wife. My feelings towards the matter are just: meh, I could care less after 2 years of hell.
I’m just going to say fuck it to sparing peoples feelings anymore, I’m going to have to just push forward and get on. Everything is holding me down and back and I feel honestly a lot trapped.
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