gundamzig

Christ, I hate me. A friend, unwittingly, dredged up one of the most painful memories. I can't explain like this ( if anyone wsnts to know/really cares they will have to let me tell them directly). It doesn'tinvolve the woman here. For once, thankfully, she isn't the source of my pain. It is the one who wasn't. The blackest hole in me. I meant to help a friend and it came back on me.

Drank too much, but it made the walk and drive easier.

Is anyone else having probs with seeing pics from peoples folders?

ad mortis