This nocturnal season

It is yet another holiday season and I continue to loath this time of the year. I am lonely. I am certain my place is foretold by the stars. I am meant to be alone. Prove me wrong.

The future is nothing but the present on a repeat cycle.

I tend towards the philosophical and my thoughts are unstructured. A discussion would be beneficial to this end. I love talking, though I could be better at listening.

More to write…

Thanksgiving 2018

Another festive holiday season is upon us and I really do not care. As a non-religious, lonely, single, white male, this time of the year is always depressing. I would like a girlfriend, but I fear the commitment, no lie. I am not right in the mind or the gut and I want everyone to know that. I am also seriously depressed and broken, but not without some redeeming value. Just get to know me.

Depression is not contagious and talking can be helpful and beneficial. Please do not be offended by any comments that could be made. Opinions are welcomed, encouraged, and potentially useful. Be kind and be honest.

I can say much, but I prefer to talk rather than write. My writing is stilted and I am never sure what to type, but speaking, I am less certain of my abilities. Words often fail me. Life often fails me. Like I said, I am depressed and I do not have a solution.