As i sit and stare at the twinkling lights of the christmas tree..in the wee hours of the morning. I am still sad. I am lost in my numbness. I feel very scared of this new year that is upon us. I dont want to welcome the new year, still in this state of thinking and being. I dont want to feel this way. I dont enjoy being this person. I desperately want to be happy. So you say to me...Dale, you gotta make your own happiness. Which i reply.. I dont have that fight in me. For me to be happy, the engery it would take, is what i am usimg to survive right now. I literally mean surviving...breathing, walking..exsisting.
I am sure the interwebs are collectively sighing..and thinking, wow, is this dude being overly dramatic. But i contribute to my life with the energy i have to give. I long to feel other emotions and experience other ways of going about life. But i have to remain here. I have to breathe.
Holidays are rough for everyone.. That i know. But this year, man, this year. For some reason i can't get back up. Ive fucking tried my hardest. I am unbelievably tired. A million tiny weights are clinging to my soul.
This coming year is going to be a do or die time. My god, i cannot go through another year of this.
