Autopilot maneuvers me through the holidays. Everything passes me by, the whole time I thought it was already Sunday. A fake smile here, a trivial conversation with neighbors there, while everything left inside me just wants to break out from behind the thick pane of glass. Tonight it will be another effort to keep up the facade. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up, but I can already feel that it's starting to crack. Fortunately, it is already dark. I hope I won't run into too many people.
I feel like a failure for still being here. Next year already feels like an impossible obstacle to overcome. It's not getting any better, but I'm finishing what I started.
Just this past week, it all came together again - the pain, the hopelessness, the thoughts that keep me awake, everything.
I feel so irrelevant it's unbearable. I wish I could just dissolve into nothingness.