Words imply impotence. As a last resort, when you can do absolutely nothing about anything, you sit down and write about it, even if it’s just to vent. When good people in a corrupt city can't do anything about some injustice, they write to Dawn and when I am frustrated, highly pissed off and on the verge of kicking a wall down, I write about things. That doesn't really work as well as it should, though, since I will not write any specifics about what's really the issue here. Suffice to say, strangers who read my blog, that I have faith that none of you will mention anything in here to me to my face, ever, even if by some off chance, we were to meet face to face, which is exactly what prompts me to be honest, something that is long overdue and sadly inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but then again, aren't we all? My problem is that the one whole parent I have left is going to be residing at her dad's place for the next god knows how many months so as to be in a less stress-filled environment. Now when your mum's facing liver transplants and Hepatitis C, I know you've got to be either insanely self-centred or incredibly selfish to focus on how alone you shall feel by such an arrangement. Let's be realistic, I am really selfish, narcissistic, yadda-yadda-yadda, and I'm sure that's no surprise to anyone who actually knows me. BUT I do take offence to God or whoever's in charge up there because He (or possibly She) keeps hitting where it hurts. I have plenty of enemies, many acquaintances and various mosquitoes buzzing around right now. Make a couple of them leave me alone, I don't mind. Why the heck do you keep taking things I have so little of?