The Paralyzing reality of loneliness.
As I get older, I realize that I am all I have in my life.
I have friends and relatives but at the end of the day, they have their lives to live and I am not their problem.
While it is good to have independence and be alone at times, it’s also depressing because the feeling of no one being there for you in a physical sense is a tough pill to swallow.
Did I get myself here? Maybe, but it’s something I have to accept and as I get older I have to wonder how I will die, will it be alone in my bed or alone in a hospital bed.
That dread kills me every day and it makes me wonder how my ending will come and that’s the only part of death that scares and hurts me.
I go on everyday seeing my past and the happiness I used to enjoy and I know my future will never have that level of love and happiness ever again.
I’ll keep it moving and trucking but motivation will not be easy to come by.










