There must be a rule against it….

I’m not allowed to stay happy.  There must be a rule against it or something.  Somebody’s always got to bring me down and insult me, for some reason. 

I want to run away.  I can’t take this shit of being told every one of my goddamned flaws.  I already know them.  People are all willing to overlook the fact that my wife doesn’t do anything around the house, because she’s wheelchair-bound, but the fact that my back hurts almost all the time and I can’t breathe well anymore doesn’t fucking matter at all.  Why did I ever think it would?