Excerpts from my on-line journal People who meet me briefly might never suspect that beneath my Yankee reserve festers a raging cauldron of violent emotions. I got it but bad. Take solace in the knowledge that there's at least one person out there who's more of a pathetic whiner than you are.
Misery loves company.
Send me your sob story, and I'll smirk at you behind your back. 4705 visitors have wallowed in self-absorption since September 28, 1996.