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So, yesterday...all my positive thinking and such came to a crashing halt against a steel wall and fell to pieces. Those pieces then went through the shredder.

At the moment, I'm teetering on the edge of saying fuck the world a vanishing. Maybe a road trip is just what I need. Maybe not.

This has to be said...

When you asked me yesterday, you deserved an honest answer.

Sorry, but I lied when I said, "Of course not."

Truth is I've been thinking about it for a very long time and it hurts like hell to admit that, even if I know you will never read this.

I'm thinking that I blame you somewhere for everything. I'm wrong and I know this, but I can't shake it.

Please don't make me HATE!