I remain voiceless because there is no one to speak for me

I hate this place. I read old emails because I don't have any new ones. They're all filled with hate and rage against everyone who doesn't call or write...anymore. I don't usually cry, but he's sitting at the other computer and he doesn't care so I might as well. There are so many sharp objects around, so many possibilities, but I won;t go back there if I don't have to. And I know I don't have to, there has to be another way out. The only problem is I can't find it, it's not on the damn map! What am I supposed to do now, I've already cut so many ties and left them bleeding in my past and now what? Am i to be expected to pick them up and do my best to tie them together and make them work properly? I'm not a damn surgeon! I'm not a physical therapist! I don't have the time or patience. So I'm still me. Sorry. No, really. I'm sorry.