I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel this time. This time of year is always hard for me. But this year is horrible. I realize I have no life. I get up, go to work. Come home, clean house, cook, pay bills. My week-ends are usually very lonely. All of my family have plans that seem to never include me. I have become a fixture. Or maybe a tool. You know, something you use when you need it, and then put it away and forget it until the next time you need it. I don't have friends. Just people I know, and they don't have time for me. I am sitting here crying, knowing I have to force myself to get up and go to work, so I can start the cycle all over. I know this sounds like self-pity but it isn't. I don't know..