Last night, I gave up. I wrote the letter, said what I needed to say, and then cried myself to sleep.
I was hurting, which turned in to anger. I am angry at you, angry at me, andgry at God and angry at people who say they are my freinds, but are no where to be found when I need them most.
There really is nothing new to update y'all with. I am alive and well, and as much as I love the holidays, I am glad they are over. There was some days when it was hard to find reason to celebrate, but there were others that were awesome.