It's all &$%+ isn't it. I try to cover it for a while but then something upsets me, and I'm off again. _-+ . I had to take Wedgie to the vet today. He hasn't been himself for 2 days. It's a heart problem. He's on Oxygen and antibiotics. They don't expect him to survive, but I suppose there is hope yet. I'm just sitting here crying, because it's ME ME ME. Poor f***ing me. He's the one possibly shuffling off this mortal coil. The people on this site have suffered real anguish, but once again I'M all I focus on. This is me. A worthless, selfish piece of &$%+. I don't want any of you lovely, damaged people to write in and say, "No Michael, you're a nice person." That's the game I always play. That's why no amount of help from others has worked. Because I really am broken, but I'm too much of a user, a taker, to put any effort into fixing myself. My next step is to apologise for wasting people's time, while obviously hoping that people will put their effort in to trying to tell me that I'm worth something. Give yourselves a break. Watch Eastenders instead. That's comparatively real.
