A co-worker stole something of sentimental value from me today. I have cursed it.

I sold my soul out for security and family acceptance. I despise who I have become. I am so empty without any dreams to live for.

I have thought since my teenage years that I have an odor problem. I wash three or four times a day. Noone has ever commented on it but I have always thought it

My ex has my baby girl and still my heart even though she doesn't know it. I have to move on, my disease of addiction destroyed any chance I had.

I drink to escape my reality.