Why does it suddenly seem that my world is crumbling around me? Why does it seem as if everything I've tried so hard to build up is falling apart? Is this actually happening? Or am I imagening things? Am I read tones and meaning into things that weren't intended by the writer? Am I reacting too strongly to something that was meant for nothing? Maybe it was just an oversight. Or was it just viewed as inconsequential by writer? Agh! I just wanted to die today, but I know that isn't the solution. My death would only cause more pain on others. At least, I hope it would. Maybe I've changed so much that my death wouldn't be missed as much as it used to be. Have I said enough? Or have I said to much? Have I become a burden to be borne? Has my existance become a reproach to my friends?
I'm sorry.
John
