I am a basketcase
My husband is going to come back from Iraq an unstable man, I am convinced.
I watched “Stop-Loss” tonight on DVD and it hit home more than I would like to admit.
Whoever invented the “flashback excuse”?
I should have gone over there. Instead, I broke a hip, came home, and had a baby. Beautiful existence, eh?
I am the pointless, powerless, excuse for a life. I am the nothing.
I hate to be me.
I hate to be.
I hate.
*Lisa*

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