Ongoing

Sometimes I think I'm just standing here wringing my hands endlessly. I feel like I do nothing, probably because I do nothing. I am frustrated, unhappy, sad, emotional and damn tired of this whole thing. I know it will never change and I will always be in some form of this state - supreme discontent. I can not believe this has happened; I can not even comprehend the why. Who desires to kill? Who wanted Jim to die? What possesses someone to be so evil?

I miss you so very, very much Jim. I love you.