The Styna stuff depresses me a lot sometimes. She and her fiancé miss each other, but I miss her too. There is no promise of there ever being anything happy between us, just as there is no indication my future is bright. I love Styna, but I’m exiled, as she doesn’t want anything to do with me. It’s easy for me to tear up.
I feel alone. It’s been over a year of a sort of isolation, and apparently it’s affected my social skills enough that I might need to take some class/therapy sessions.
The world is a prison.