The past holiday was, in part, not a decent one, or to be truthful the type of holiday I wished for. Then at the same time, I aged one more year. I'm 29 now, and with the mix of that change, the sad excuse of a holiday, and the realization that I'm still a lone straight woman, who has never dated, never kissed, and still jobless and living with her mother, I find myself deflated. This is not what I wanted in my life thus far. I have hopes and dreams and the ability to achieve it if I try hard enough. However I'm always sinking back into that hole called depression. That damn feeling of no worth, the lose of interest. The overwhelming need to just lie down and take it. I'm so tired of it. This picture and the badly done poem is my way of shouting out my frustration. My lack of the ability to move, yet wanting to so much. I will continue to try for I'll be damned if I give up when I still have breath in my lungs!