Another fortnight

Any of the days that have passed would have been a good day. Each day, I grow more pathetic. I am trying to stem the tide of abuse, to shed the victim role.

Isolated. More lonely now than anytime I can remember in the past.

Completely lacking desire, yet remain unfulfilled on any level. So desire must exist, yet I am absolutely unaware.

My incantation persists: Please let it be today.

I'm ready

Today would be a good day.