Diary of a Madman

One Mistake and it all falls apart.  One little thing, turns into a big thing, and before you know it, and inkling of respect you had with these people is gone.  Now let's face it, you haven't had any respect for yourself in a long time.  Along with the traumatic brian injury and the hormone deficieny, your life has been in shambles for a very, very long time.  Time has been blazing past, now you look in the mirror and your a middle aged man.  Still the mind of a child, seemingly only progressively getting worse with age.  You need to go on the medication, but you don't have any children yet, and it seems unlikely that you will be having any, anytime soon.  A depressing thought.  A sombering thought.  Knowing time is steadily passing by, ever so slowly, yet so fast, and before you know it, you'll be an old man, with nothing but regret to comfort him.  I look at my wife, and am just filled with pain and anguish.  This matrimony should have never came to fruitan. An unlik

They must really not like me much.  I guess when they look at me, they see nothing but a scrub.  A person that really can't offer them much, therefore they give off that old familiar sting of hatred in their eyes.  Those eyes break away and they just can't wait for me to get away from them.  What wonderful people.  Little do they know.  I often wish I could be the big man, the person that has mastered his physical abilities and is able to showcase this perfect body.  Because as a man once told me, "It's all about perception".  The first look means everything.  If they see an overweight broken man, than they see nothing.  You effectively become nothing.  This is why I despise people.  People want what you have, they want to make you less than them. They want somebody to shit on so they can feel superior.  It's all about dominance.  They look for the weak, to propel themselves higher in the eyes of God.  So that mere men can look up and gaze upon the beauty, and