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I wanted to be someone who could speak out for others who found it hard to speak. I realize now that I was kidding myself.
Caring about other people is what others do. My family disowned me for caring too much. I am very confused with the outcome really and have no qualms if certain folk meet with their karma in my lifetime. Roger that.
I have decided to finish up radio for a while. I think my son listened one time, I wanted my children to be proud of me. Far too many years have passed now for it to matter any more. I think I should try to find a way to stop caring. I am not sure how to do this but I know I must. Continuing to care as much as I do is very destructive to my physical and emotional health.
Some days are just too hard. I want to understand this. I want to know why and how? Surely I deserve the truth. I know I do but others say I am not worth even the truth, why are they so cruel. Do they realize they are cockroaches and are gonna be crushed?
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