It's late at night as I sit here at his computer. I shouldn't be sitting here, it will cause me pain. I don't care much about the pain right now. I can't sleep, I'm feeling a bit lost.
So much on my mind and yet, no focus to write. Part of that is because I haven't been able to write, read, or comment. That should be fixed soon. He finally agreed to let me take my computer to get fixed. I deleted all the stuff he didn't want anyone to see and tomorrow it goes to the computer hospital for a virusectomy or whatever else it needs. Hopefully, it doesn't take too long to recover.
This is not the best time of year for me and not being able to write has only made things worse. Of course, if I want to feel like my problems are insignificant, all I need to do is turn on the news. I see heartbreak everywhere.
Young men in pain, young children dying. A society with it's head buried in the sand. People are hurting and we turn them away because they can't pay. This makes me so sad. We don't pay attention until something really bad happens. We ask ourselves why, but no answer is to be had. The answer is allusive, it's different for everyone. We talk about a solution, but come to no conclusions.
I'm on overload and feel no relief in sight. That's nothing to do with him. He remains stalwart and strong. Cirumstances being what they are, he's doing pretty damn good. Life just gets complicated sometimes. All I can do is sigh...sigh.