Blargh.

Tired.  Very very very tired.  I just don't give a shit anymore, and I don't think I'll ever find anything that will truly last.  I have my family, both spiritual and blood, but both of those go away at some point too.  I guess I'm just sick of it.  I'm sick of having to actually wake up and deal with the world anymore.  My book springs from this, it springs from betrayal, pain, and sadness.  Do I hope for a happy ending?  Yeah.  Do I expect one?  Not even a little.