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.