Now begins the long march to Christmas. This Christmas is going to be the hardest one I've had to date and the sadness I am going to feel for ten days is already casting a shadow backwards through time.
I'm trying to be positive. I'm trying to think of good things. I'm trying not to fall apart.
But, I just hate holidays. They remind me of personal failures, remind of current shortcomings, and remind me I feel just a shadow of my former self.
I honestly hope I don't always feel like this. And I so look forward to January 2.