Nothing much to say still. It’s been a fairly miserable week—mom’s been ill with some bad bout of flu or somesuch, which has knocked her down pretty badly. The atmosphere has been low key and depressing.
For some reason, I was expecting March to be a better month than January or February. It certainly has been less eventful, and therefore less emotionally draining, and yet I feel even more tired and despondent than before. I really don’t care for the direction this year is taking at the moment.
There are a lot of issues fuzzing up my mind, but I think the sheer loneliness I feel of late is crippling my spirit—my life has often been fairly lonesome, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alone than I do at the moment.