I'm all alone. As per usual, but I shouldn't be alone today. Not today.
And I'm despondent and not a little bit pissy. I can't and don't DO anything. The things I used to take for granted are now considered a luxery. And it's only going to get worse living on my own. So why do I keep hoping things will get better? Why do I hope so much for so many things that will never be mine? And why, knowing this, can't I just stop hoping?
Laters