The holidays… I heard they would be bad. I had no clue how devastating they would actually be.

I hate everyone.

Happy New Year… they are so relieved 2020 is over and a wonderful new year is starting. My fury is intense and hot.

Bitter.

I don’t even write anymore. There’s nothing to scream that hasn’t already been screamed.

I was hoping these notes would help me recognize healing, or progress. There’s none of either.

It’s a bleak existence.