Every time I think of a certain holiday, I cry because I know that on that day I will feel nothing but loneliness, isolation and unloved. It happens every year and without fail it drives me into a long period of depression. It doesn't matter if I discuss it here. No one really reads this or in the end cares one wit about my well being or mental state.

I am an outcast, like some leper to be shunned. I am destined to end my life alone and forgotten. No one will mourn me, nor even know that I existed in the first place.