This is it! Who knew that it would come down to a single act of impulse? A single act of revenge. What I'm about to do I'm doing because of . . . never mind, damn you blog for taking me from the edge of suicide again. Fuck you!

It's been so long since I've cried sober. But right now I woke up on the edge of tears. I am so lonely right now, and I know I have no right to want anybody right now because I'd be nothing but a burden to them with all my issues. I just want to crawl into bed, but the covers over my head and hide from the world. At least in my dreams I'm never alone.

Decisions, decisions, decisions . . . where am I going to live? I'm not sure what my gut is saying, I don't know where my heart is in the situation, logically it's an even split. It's only in the irrationals that my indecisiveness lies . . .