Everything feels meaningless.
There is no point and nothing matters. There is only hurt, pain and sadness.
I ungratefully question my existence.
Death feels like it would be a relief.
To be nothing.
To be free of life’s shackles
Journal entry
2025/12/22
Loneliness has a way of sharpening itself at this time of year.
The reminders of being alone, distant family, shallow conversations pile up.
I numb the cuts with good liquor and quiet resentment.
I’ve grown to hate this season. 😔