Now, I know its a little sad to write a journal post bemoaning the holidays, but I just can't help it. This season gets me down in a lot of ways. Mostly though, its because I can't really remember anything. Well, sort of.
This was my first Christmas since I woke up from my coma, and it passed without so much as a card. I've never felt so alone in my life. I thought that maybe I had long lost relatives or even friends, but... Nothing. It just reminds me of when I woke up in the hospital and no one was there. I feel like if anyone had cared about me at all, someone would have been there to claim me, to explain to me what happened... But there was no one. Batman found me wandering a few days later and told me everything. He was my worst enemy, and the only one to step up when I needed help. How sad is that, really?
I hate to think of how alone I am, how ignored. I don't have anyone special at all, and that hurts a little. I wish... Well, I wish for a lot of things for the holiday season for myself, but I want this most of all.
Eh, enough of this. I'm tired of writing it.