Puzzled

I sent out a blog called "the definition of insanity". I thought Lynn/Lin and others would read and comment, but it is becoming clear that my life has no meaning. My true love will never be with me, and I will never find a truly open, honest woman like Halinasplays. I am going home now and ask God and myself, "why do you persist? Its clear you have nothing left. Call it quits". So, yes, I am puzzled why I am still here, why do I continue to get up day after day and keep this shit up. St. Anne, please pray for me and guide me (St. Anne is a big patron saint for us canucks). I am so tired and unhappy. Just ignore me and be happy, my friends.