So, March
The month that depresses me more than any other time of the year.
The month that highlights all my failings, shortcomings and basically brings to the forefront every aspect that I lack in my life.
Sadly, for a loner like me, that is a lot.
Friendships, companionships, goals and achievements fall way below par on reflection.
And wish that I may aspire to change... many of these things are far from my grasp.
March is the month where I fervently wish that I had not been born.
I wish that is was not my birth month - for I fail to see what there is to celebrate.
In 34 years, my wish to have never been born has not changed.
I don't think it ever will.
And,
No matter however much I might dream to never wake up tomorrow,
I can't fathom inflicting such hurt on my mother.
So life goes on.
Anther Day, another Year.
