I’ve subscribed to Loneliness. It seems to suit me well, and I’ve found comfort in it more often than not I suppose. Free from the responsibility of the care of others, and a sadness that reminds me of happier times, loneliness is something I’ve come to know so well. I have become well adjusted to the fact that it will be with me for life.

It is November once more, and so I have returned. Perhaps it has less to do with the month than it does with the time of year, but whatever the case, I ran out of words for my other writing escapes, and so this is the final draft for my thoughts. It is of no coincidence that it should occur In The November.

I have found solace in helping others, and I will continue to do it. It may be the only chance I have of survival.