Heady days alone

Still suffering from the flu symptoms that may or may not have been caused by halving my Zoloft prescription. I'm lightheaded, having trouble standing up, and unable to focus on simple tasks. I haven't washed out the cat food bowls!

And I'm still depressed. No change there.

My roommate is in the hospital after getting flipped off a horse she was training. Hopefully the Percocet is giving her some great dreams as she struggles to get though the pain of some pelvic fractures.

I don't know, David. This is getting pretty scary.

I was attracted to people because they were beautiful inside and out. For no other reasons. I only made one bad mistake—my wife who was beautiful to me in the outside but holy hell on the inside. Vindictive, small, frightened.

Man that fucked me up. I don't have the capacity to recover from this hit. Trauma is a bitch.

Karma is a bitch as she's already learned, though I suspect she won't get the full dose until her next go round. Doesn't matter to me. I'll be long gone.

I have to move out of my home next week. I haven't even been able to open the website to get a flight ticket.

I'm really sick and alone. I join the community of those who suffer deeply. I am your friend, unknown heroes.

In the meantime, sorry I called you an asshole.  It shocks me that you’d believe I have a single reason to call you anything else.  You’re pure play to me. 100% asshole!  You save the good person persona for people I’ll never meet.  All your lovers ha ha. I bet they think you’re good. 

I know you think I’m not worthy of anything. Weird but I’ve heard your complaints from so many people that I get the picture. You suffered with me and think I’m a creep. 

You’re wrong, of course—surprising for you I know. When you have never been wrong, you will struggle to admit that your lie is over. Look at the David you met in 1994. Look at the David locked inside his house and sick in 2024.  You did that to me.  And in the best of your other victims!