After three years you'd think I could wake up smiling. Where am I and where have I been? Drifting in and out of my days, finding whatever relief I can. Mostly turning off my mind.
Last night I told Ann that I like her, that I would like to get to know her better. I never really got a reaction, or at least one I could discern from her normal, extroverted gaiety.

Then I almost got into a fight. At the pub.
Which I never want to do.
Last night just became a mess.

I deserve whatever I get.