Little to be said.

Like the subject says, I don’t have that much to say here. It’s late, I’m not even close to being tired, and I am desperately lonely in this strikingly empty flat. I have no idea how some people live alone for years upon years. I just can’t seem to stand the quiet. I leave the TV on all night some times just so that there isn’t silence all the time. I’m not trying for pity here, for all that it may sound like it. I just realized that this thing is supposed to be a true reflection of me and my mood, and when I look over these posts, I realize that I keep trying so very hard to not sound too depressed or anything. I really don’t want to scare any of you folks back home. I’m sure I’ll be fine. It’s just tough. I don’t want to be here, and haven’t wanted to be since Carly left me. I never thought I would have to do this alone, and if I had I probably wouldn’t have every applied in the first place. Now I’m stuck here with too much debt to possibly just give up.

So that’s cheery. I guess I’m just in that kind of mood. I must say it’s not my fault though. The weather which was on it’s way towards being somewhat tolerable has once again backslid into being a big grey soupy bowl of ick. No sun, lots of clouds, cold, rain, and no sun. And no sun.

And no sun.

Slainte. Sorta.

“There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good’bye
I draw a breath and night is broken
As I scream our battle cry”
~Garth Brooks – “Ireland”

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