I can only keep trying

   I notice My daily readers are dropping, that I am sure is because I talk about the same things all the time. I really am at a loss on how to keep it interesting, but I am not here to be entertaining. Christ when I think of Nancy I feel such incredible pain. I was working in Corpus Christi when I was racked so bad I grabbed My Buck knife and came so close to cutting My throat that it scared the Hell out of Me. Again I would rather not talk about it, but I feel People need to see how rotten My Life has been even without these Jerks helping Me along with My misery. "I hide My pain in My anger", and I am one mad Mother too.