The Lonely Post

This weekend is the one weekend that I need to be surrounded by people. It's the worst weekend of the year. Two years ago, on Canada Day, my life changed, and it just seems like everything is getting worse and worse. Everyone who I've ever given my heart to seems to shatter it or take advantage of the fact that I care. This is the only weekend of the year that I feel more alone and more empty than normal, and nobody seems to even know, care or even want to care. It seems like nobody wants anything to do with me, so I don't know if there's something wrong with me, or if I just need new friends. And there is no alcohol. Fuck me. :(