It’s Holiday Time Again

Tomorrow I’m leaving to go back home to Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving.  I hate going back home.  The drive is long and now I have two dogs to take with me.  It’s also going to be raining and snowing tomorrow.  And Pgh is where all the memories I have with Alain are.  My parents house itself brings back a lot of memories.  Most of the time I can’t even bring myself to sleep in my old bedroom in the basement.  It’s too depressing.

Life feels hopeless and endless and pointless.  The pain and suffering seems endless.  I have nothing to look forward to.