Crap. . .

I am at a major junction. My beliefs are crashing. Faith in what I thought were strong morals in in decline. I am emotional right now, so I am venting, but it is where I am at. I want to quit. I want to throw in the towel. I am over people. Trust is fucked. People do whatever they want. wake up and read the bold print Max. I'm either a Martyr, or a sucker. I don't want to talk anymore. I don't want to inspire. I want to just pay my penance, and fade into the sunset. . . . Maybe I am not cut out for my own love. Maybe I am supposed to learn from all this, and selflessly give what is left of me to my kids. I'll stop listening to those around me, and just listen to what is written. Life is telling me something. Talking is getting me nowhere. . . . . . . don't love me. I have nothing to give. I feel totally and utterly alone. Choices are coming. They are weighty, but they are going to have to be dealt with. I can rely on myself. That is good.