Life is hard. Here is someone.
I’ve always liked this blog and especially it’s title. Today was rough, like every other day. Every day is rougher than the one before it because the difficulty I’m experiencing is cumulative. It’s a process of being worn down. I wonder when there will be nothing left. I wonder how much of me there is. I hope there is enough: I have only been here two months.
So I was walking and wallowing when it came to me, “Life is hard. Here is someone.” How nice, I thought. But wait—where is someone? Here is no one. It’s a blog. And a lie. I am, generally speaking, quite alone.
