[Short depressing post, so ignore if you'd prefer. I'm mostly putting this here to say to myself I've put something out there, however small.]


I really can't even begin to figure out how ... forlorn things are anymore.
Everything hurts all the time. I end up crying to myself every day, if only for a few moments here and there before I have to steel myself together again and act like everything's as "okay" as they can be in this world.

I... Really... I really don't know if I can make it to this time next year... I've already had a couple goodbyes given to me.

I doubt any of the small handful of anyone's who end up reading this want the full novel of... God's I don't even know. I'm turning this into some excuse for a mopey LiveJournal. >.<

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Not that I ever did, but I had ideas to try once.

I'm gonna leave this haphazard mess up for a while though. Maybe just to remind me of something later.

Another lonely day of work in a lonely week, with a lonely weekend to wait for the next day of work... And repeat. :/