Here we go again.

The black dogs are back. But not the diet dogs. No these are those little barking hounds in your ears gnawing at your brain telling you to do something drastic before you lash out into a frenzy and end up not safe as a pet anymore.

It may take me a while but I know what I want. It will happen in a moment. A breif moment, and then my shoulders will feel lighter and the spring in my step will return.

I am being blamed for things that I haven't done. What a cunt.