It's 3 AM in the morning and I don't have any cigs. I am just waiting each minute so that it is 4 AM and I can get cigs. I can't believe that this has become the life I live. It's all because of that nonsensical piece of ****. She wouldn't let me be happy, do anything like exercise or just walking regularly, because she creates so much drama in the house that all I can do is sit quietly in a corner with my computer, just wishing she would stop.

Yes, if you're wondering, mostly I'm quiet. I get loud only when I lose my temper, and that happens about once a week.