Ha! I've been stuck here in Nova Scotia over ten years now. Wish I could say it's been LIVING. Just existing sadly. Things are getting ever worse, I suppose, now that my mother is getting a bet more mad. I still cannot believe the lack of assistance from people I've known to get me away from here & back to a life. Every day seems the same, if it is not actually a worse day than the preceding. The odd time there might be a day with moments ...nice moments that have that promising feeling.

My birthday is approaching & at this age, this is just no where close to the life I had planned, or even the one I imagined could happen if all my dreams did not come true. Sad. Depressing. Dark. Ridiculously unnecessary ...all fine descriptions of the last several years of my life on a downward spiral. Karma? For what?
How long? Til I die?
What's the point?

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT OF MY AWFUL LIFE?