No death. Although I've wanted it. I'm never going to be able to be committed to someone because I don't want kids. No one wants to marry someone and decide, oh hey, no kids. The point of marriage is to start a family.

The few guys out there who don't want kids, are already taken.

I'm going to be moving back home to MA shortly. I'm actually just regressing at this point.

I manage to either piss off or be pissed off at everyone I know. I can't stay happy. I can't be happy. I try, and when I think I'm happy, something happens to put me right back where I started.

I'm just a blob taking up space. Pissing everybody off. I have no use, none. Something new comes along, and it just happens again. Worthless. Trash.