The Confessions

location: Dover

mood: depressed

music: Silence

I believe I can take a fair amount of shit from people. I am quite use to being judged by people who do not know me at all. They can call me a slut. They can make any amount of false accusations they want. My friends and the people who know me best know I am not this figment of imagination these assholes have in their pea-sized heads.

It gets to me when it starts affecting the people I love. It hurts when these vindictive people start going after the people I care about. It tears me apart from the inside out when these outrageous lies affect the one person I care about the most and make him question my integrity and my commitment.

I would like to know what I have done to deserve this, but I know that there is no rhyme or reason to the actions of certain people. The rest of us just have to pick up the pieces in the aftermath.

I need to keep myself together - try to keep functioning, eating, breathing. I am trying to be strong and trying to keep the boat going on sheer will.

All I can say is thank God for the strength of my friends. Without them, I would be a ship lost at sea.