From under my bed....

I should not write this at a time like this... not without sounding too low, too depressed.

I have a bitter taste in my mouth, a tremendously ugly feeling in my stomach and a very painful lump in my throat. I've been let down and something have somewhat died within. I can't let go of the feeling, I can't shake it of like a usually can. I just can't. The hate is too strong.

I hate them so much, my hate turns on me and I hate myself for caring. Why should I care, your side always let you down, except once during the strange autumn of 2001. Should I stand fast, or should I turn my back on it?

I'm devastated and it's a shame.

Shame on you Bajen