I’m at a point of my life that I would rather erase those festivities, they make me fall into a sad mood, especially new years, another reminder that yet another year has ended and that my life still unremarkable dull, lonely, without love and poor.
I’m at a point of my life that I would rather erase those festivities, they make me fall into a sad mood, especially new years, another reminder that yet another year has ended and that my life still unremarkable dull, lonely, without love and poor.
All the pressure to be thoughtful and social hits all my anxiety buttons. How much longer until I get to be a hermit again?