I keep hoping that I can find some way out of this hellhole situation I'm in, re: Ray. I keep searching, but it just isn't there. There's simply no way out of it, and no help coming in. In fact, there's less and less help, the longer it goes. I'm telling you, I'm just gonna go postal and kill everyone involved, one of these days. It's an unbelievable strain on my psyche, every day, day in and day out. It's beyond me why I'm getting so little support from others involved. If it weren't for Dianna, I'd have packed a bag and hopped a freight train by now, and they can all go to Hell. OK, true, if it wasn't for Dianna, I wouldn't BE here, but that's beside the point. I want out of this so bad, my dick is hard.
The longer it goes, the more work it becomes, and the more frustrating it gets, and the more I hate it. Why no one else on the property helps out, I dunno. Why Rose won't get her ass in gear, suck it up, and deal with the situation, I dunno. Why...oh, what's the fucking use.
Fuck this, fuck them, and fuck it all. Fuck this place, fuck this job, fuck surgery, fuck family, fuck care, fuck off.