In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.
(Henry David Thoreau)

This is me here, raving and ranting. You are much better off staying away.

I am depressed and dejected and have been so for some time. This is because no one cares about me. My parents have their own troubles, and my husband is busy babysitting my mother in law. I am not a crying child and I am not getting milk from anyone. Never have either, for that matter. So this is where I cry. I hate people and I write that kind of crap here. Let the bitterness not spread. Here it lies, and here it dies.