I was surprised, for lack of a better word, by the response to my last post.
I truly believe that no one cares what happens to me. And honestly, feel like my daughter would be better off without me, as I would have been better off without my mother.
So, I am still alive. Maybe because I was pissed about the post. Maybe because I don't want, or have the courage, to end my life.
Tell me, how can someone I've never *MET* care about me? My best friend of 10 years is no longer speaking to me since I'm too *HIGH MAINTENCE*
So, thank you, but I'm puzzled. I have an appointment with my shrink today. Thank God, because she is the ONLY one who understands me. I wish she would adopt me :-( and protect me.



