this weekend has been a difficult one. as i retire to my bed and approach sleep, i am haunted by what i see when i survey the past, present, and future of my life's journey. it feels as if behind me there is this road filled with disappointments. around me is this ever present forest of despair and isolation. and ahead of me is a seemingly endless road of unfulfilled desires and an empty, barren life.
i don't even have the words to adequately describe how i am feeling at this moment. what's even sadder is the feeling that i have of why bother to attempt to articulate it. what difference does it make? who even cares anymore? no one really sees me in this darkened corner i inhabit. no one really hears me and certainly no one understands me and what i have been through and am experiencing. no on ever has and no one ever will.
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