Went to my comedy show last night with my friend. We had a great time, many laughs, best New Year I've spent in a long time.
I woke up this morning, still alone in bed except for a cat and a dog, still unhappy with my location, with a migraine, still feeling like the failure I sometimes feel like.
The flip of a page on a calendar does nothing to assuage the damage the past year has done to my psyche.
It's still there, I'm still surrounded by people but lonely in a way that hurts me to the very core, still missing my grannie and dreading the anniversary of her death, still moving out of that house.
Sometimes I don't feel like I remotely move forward. And I guess I don't.