As a continue my journey descending into the depths of sadness, I find myself overcome with feelings of indecision. Not doing the things I want to, but rather doing what is the minimum to survive. All zest and passion is squelched, my emotions are haunted by all the past loss. I cannot even discern one from the other. They all have become one coagulated object of loss and sadness. All it would take would be a kind word from someone who loves me. But it never comes.

Wow looks like I got my hopes up again. Oops.

100mph in the California tule fog.