Outcast of those close

I promised to do one every day before bed and I shall. Life hurts. Those around us have 100% impact on that hurt. My baby was dull as fuck around me each time I saw her durring school hours. I didnt care. I was hurt and I had had a damn rough night before. She knew this. Oh well what’s done is done. Until she gets angered in a few weeks and brings it all up again. It seems reoccurring that I still want to kill everyone. I know how. I have to technology. Oh well as long as everyone else gets to be happy I might as well be an outcast among myself and those close to me.