Meanwhile, because I have FB, I see how people I thought gave a damn and have been telling me how they are constantly busy are out doing stuff.

It’s dawning on me that I am not important to anyone. People want to know why I am angry? This is why. The feeling of knowing no matter how hard I have worked to try and improve, it will never be enough. That, and the fact anger is at least a distraction from falling into a bottomless pit of despair.

I feed the anger on Norway so I won’t end up imploding completely.