Should there be a title here??

Ifelt an update was needed for the sheer fact that it was needed. Yes, I have been reading as much as possible. I note when I feel it is neccassary Not many notes in return but who really gives a shit. Maybe I should have just titled this one "Let the bitching begin" because it all that seems to want to come out. Sad realy. I dont bitch too often but Sometimes…sometimes I just hae too.

My mother has been a nuisance rally. She is a greedy bitch really. All she cares for is money so that she may go out and blow it like a money whore. I say look at goodwill for helmets for my sons baseball team. She goes and buys new ones. without the mask of course because he is an idiot and tries to make me look like the loser parent who never cares. Yes. I hate her for this. I try really. I really do, but what else can you do with such an arrogant bitch?  Enough of her wasted space. I dont want my whole day ruined.

My work has been obnoxious. No communication whatsoever. and btw I am on light duty. Somehow someway I managed to create a herniated disk in my C6 vertabrae. No it doesnt feel good. It hurts like a mother fucker, but I still keep going on. Doing things I shouldnt have to do. But my soul just wont let me. I keep doing more and more. While everyone else seems to be doing less and less. I cant seem to motivate them. But i bet if there was something monetary there…it would get heir lazy asses moving

My son…ahhh my son..such a bright spot, but aggravating. I love him dearly. He started baseball. First practice last week. It was interesting needless to say.

My lady. hmm. a story within a story within a story within a story. It is too long. Too complicated. I could bitch. I could raise hell, but that isnt what love is. We can only see where the story will end. I have my ending, i just wonder if she shares the same.

My past. Its haunting me today. I dont enjoy that at all. I want to forget it, but remember it at the same time. To keep me from those same mistakes. I DO NOT want the same shit in my life like there was before. I want something solid, something real. I dont walls to be crumbling.

Now my train has derailed thanks to my stepfather. Fuck. Oh well. Time to start this day and get a few things behind me so I can find out what the hell has to be done to my beautiful fucked up car.