What a year it has been, days, weeks and months of desperation. Agonizing periods of regret. Frustration so overwhelming that I hardly recongnized myself, and finally the smallest glimmer of light is peeping in the window that I don't own.
Bank of America you don't own me, not my thoughts, my dreams, my future, or my past. You were one huge mistake I made. OK a mistake that forever changed me. You tried to destroy me. You almost did old BOA. You almost won. In the throws of sadness during some of the long winter nights I almost took my own life. Yes BOA, I thought about it. I dreamed about blowing my brains out on Barbara D's doorstep (the president of BOA.) Thanks for the memories Barbara!