Personal: It Rained Last Night

The holidays are not always my favorite time of year. I do like exchanging gifts (few things are better than being the reason that someone is happy), and I love seeing my family that isn't around as much, but other things are... harder.

I miss my Aunt Leslie, who died the day after Christmas, back when I was a sophomore in HS. A hollow ache that doesn't get better. That I don't, in all honesty, ever want to get better. I loved her, I love her, and I don't want to forget how much.

When my head is clear and I'm not currently hurting inside, I remember these things. I remember that the depression makes me appreciate the sharpness of both pain and joy. I remember that missing her means that I remember full well how much I love her. I remember that moments pass and that everything shifts, in time.

Last night, I had a moment in time where I felt so horribly alone and unwanted. The holidays, my current situation, and the way things add up.

At work, we did a Secret Santa thing and we did a party thing, only last night, I was working. I'm not good at parties, at groups of people, and yet, being the person who is off on the side, actually working, and being the one person that they forget to ask to come over. It hurts, even though I don't have a particular attachment to this job or these people. It hurts.
( And the fannish-related thing that's bothering me )

And we can't (shouldn't) control our emotions, only the actions that we take on their account.

It feels that if I don't say this thing, despite how stupid I think it is, then it'll eat me up inside. Which does no one any good.