that everything I do didn't seem to be an annoyance these days. I feel like I get on so many folks' nerves, and that the only reason they don't come out and say it is they don't want to be mean. When you're 42 years old, you're not supposed to be needy. Job. Love life. A sense of accomplishment. All these things are supposed to happen in your twenties. I am where I'm at in this point of my life because I fucked things up. I can't wish myself out of this predicament. I have to show some patience and do the things that will make my life a little more fulfilling increment by increment. The road through is bumpy. My rough journey scares some folks away and disgusts others. I feel quite often that some younger folks I know almost feel as if I don't deserve to live. TMI on Boyd. How dare he make me feel uncomfortable by existing. The best revenge is success fuckers.