Seventeenth

One night last week i threw three wine glasses off my balcony in rapid succession.  They made a satisfying thunk/blam/pow/smash as they hit the roof of the building below me.

I was angry.  I am angry.

I can't believe that my life will ever be happy again.  I look at the next 30 or so years being as unhappy as i am now, and i can't face it.  I can't face living just so my child will have a parent.  With me being alone and lonely the whole time.  I'm just not that brave.