Saturday, December 24, 2011
One would think that after several years that having a blue Christmas would only get easier, that yes, "It gets better." I seem to find myself in the same position year after year grasping to some naive hope that sooner or later things have to change for the good. But each year that goes by only confirms that no, I don't get any special favors from the deity at large or any return on all the positive karma I put out in to the universe. As I often seem to find myself writing, fortune favors all but me. I no longer look for anything under the Christmas tree (which I don't have) except for a small hope to find a guy who loves me for who I am and I love him for who he is. I wonder how many more years will go by with that empty space under my lonely tree.