I guess I’m addicted. I told myself that I would stop blogging, that all I’ve been spewing is angst, guilt-ridden, self-pitying, depressing, angst, and no one wants to hear it.

I am so alone in this world that I wonder if anyone except my mother will show up at my funeral.

But, as I’ve said before, the music helps.

Everything will be OK. I really believe that.