Diary of a Fool

2 DAYS UNTIL THE MOVE.
YES I AM TYPING (WRITING) IN CAPS SO FUCK'N WHAT.
YES I AM IN A MOOD MY LIFE, APARTMENT, BODY MIND AND SOUL ARE IN A FUCK’N SHAMBLES. TONIGHT I HAVE A COUPLE OF FRIENDS COMING OVER TO HELP ME MAKE SOME SENSE OF MY LIFE AND PUT IT INTO BOXES FOR THE MOVE ON FRIDAY.
I SPOKE WITH THE WIFE THIS MORNING AND IT WAS AN EYE OPENING CONVERSATION TO SAY THE LEAST. SHE HAS SOME STRONG FEELINGS (ALL BAD) THANKS TO ME AND AS I SIT HERE AND LOOK AT HER PICTURE ON MY DESK ALL I CAN DO IS WISH UPON A STAR THAT SHE FINDS THE HELP THAT SHE NEEDS TO GET PAST THIS.
SHE MAY NEVER FORGIVE ME AND WE MAY NEVER BE FRIENDS AGAIN. IF THAT IS TO BE MY PENANCE FOR THE REMAINDER OF MY TIME ON THIS EARTH THEN SO BE IT, I BELIEVE THAT THE PUNISHMENT SHOULD FIT THE CRIME.