Put that in your pipe and smoke it!

There is so much on my mind, yet nothing to talk about... Or maybe nothing I want to talk about. I know I should talk about it, everyone says it will help... Guess I just don't know where to begin, or who really wants to hear it. Most of the time I just want to curl up into a ball in my bed and cry and sleep, then cry some more. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how I am feeling, I have kids that demand my attention. I guess that's why I am awake at 3 o'clock in the morning typing my sob story on this blog.
I never thought that death would bring out the worst in people. I never thought that my "friends" would be so cruel. Most of the time I wish I was alone and I never had to face another person in this world. I want to move so far away that I am forgotten. So that I can feel however I want and not have to explain why or worry that it's going to ruin someone's day. Where people won't know my story or "think" they know my story and feel obligated to put in their two cents. And to think, this is only the beginning. I can only imagine what people are going to say in the future. Just a little FYI, it's none of your business, no, I don't have money to borrow you, yes, the girls are getting everything they need/want, and yes, I am going to make the best of it. If you are mad, jealous, concerned, or whatever, I don't give a SHIT! As for everyone who actually cares about me, thank you, I appreciate your love and support.
Now, "Put that in your pipe and smoke it!"