I'm Thinking About The End
My end. Do I want to end me? Part of me does because I feel trapped and chained to these people in my house. I hate being a parent and a domestic partner. I fucking hate it so much. How did I even end up like this? It's never what I wanted except perhaps for a brief moment in 2006 through 2007 right after I met Dan. I thought he was the perfect mate. That was foolish. He's human so by definition imperfect. It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. So now what?