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COMES A TIME WHEN EVERYONE HAS TO MOVE ON FROM THE CONPLACENT TO THE UNKNOWN.
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WORKING WITHOUT A NET

     I am a very highly strung and emotional person.    There are times when I feel like I am a tight rope walker walking on a thin line of sanity high above a bottomless pit of insanity.   I was having a pretty good day today after 2 nights of hardly any sleep.   Then in less then an hour I was reduced to a screaming crying idiot by 2 of my so called friends.   I had slipped away with another friend to play a little casual pool on line with a very dear friend of mine.   We were playing loser stands, and I had was trying to help another friend with his computer at the same time when another friend made a tourney in our lg room.   I had just left the lg room after running a tourney of my own.   He was there and make no effort of making a tourney, but as soon as I got the chance to play the friend I had went to the other room to play he massed the tourney to draw me back to the lg room.  

     It sucks so bad I an not have even an hour to do what I want to without being pulled away from it.   I have another friend and I was telling him about this he suggests that it may be time for me to dump some of the people I once called friend if they are making me this unhappy.     I ask so little for myself, and I try to give everything my friends need to them, but am I wrong to want just a little time for me to do what I want to do without dealing with other peoples problems?   Yes I walk on this tiny tight rope and every so often I feel like people I call friends are throwing balls at me to try to make me fall.  At times I feel like I have slipped off it and are hanging on to sanity by my fingertips.   

     Wonder what they would do if  I just disappeared some day did not answer my phone of come on line or answer any emails.   I had a friend that did that in March she just up and disappeared without even a good bye.   Lately I have been thinking more and more that maybe that is what I should do.     I am getting older by the day and some day I will pass away and when I do what will I have to show for my life?   A few paintings, and some half finished books, but will my memory live on in anyone's mind?