Approximately three-quarters of my life have frequently felt like a near limitless well of sadness and pain, loneliness and disappointment -- even from the places least expected ( Read more... )

I think I have been to (more than?) my share of funerals, but nothing compares to watching someone slowly dying.  As difficult as the former can be, the latter is strangely immeasurable.

Hospice is weird.
Life is weird.

No me gusta.

This past week has felt like an eternity.  I am just... tired.  I've had little sleep the past two nights.  I can only hope tonight is better.

I feel like I have no certainties.  The only things I'm certain of are loneliness and death -- and of course taxes.  Everything else suddenly seems so uncertain.

Today is such a new day.
Never stop growing and learning.
Life is weird.

I feel like I don't really have anyone in my life ( Read more... )

Nothing since August??  Wtf time?  Where did you go??

Sometimes I feel appreciated... or valued.  And then usually I wake up.

Ugh.  Sleep kicked my ass.  There's nothing better than feeling less refreshed and less relaxed after having done so.

I had dreams about people I've known and dreams about people to work with.  The latter is forever elusive and constantly driving me mad.  I need to finish it before it finishes me. 

I've always felt dislocated. When I was younger, even by just a few years, I always thought that could be remedied. As the years pass, I wonder whether that will simply forever be the case.

I seem never to have a suitable place in this world.

Why am I still up?

I need to sleep.