There's an inherent sadness in my life and I wish I could do something about it. How can some people have mindless fun and not think about what or who is missing in their lives?
I wish I could capture that without any effort.
Things are no less complex, depressing or anything else for me than for millions of others the world over.
I'm not asking for any special treatment, although sometimes I think I secretly, subconsciously expect it. I've suffered, so give me a break. That's the upshot of it.
Why can't things be simple? Why can't people be nice to each other?
Why can't I stop grieving for the things I've lost and let pass me by and appreciate what I have?
I wish I knew, but right now, I've never felt more alone and cast adrift than I do now.