Christmas eve of the last Christmas (if you believe the armageddon expectations, which I personally don't). It's 1am. I should be in bed, I have to get up early. Something draws me to stay awake though.... waiting for something that will never come. Isn't that what Christmas is about though? Or is that what life in general is about? Just waiting for things that never come. Lonelyness overshadows every minute of my life, every step, every hearbeat, every casual glance. Life is a continual search for companionship. Someone to share your life with. Someone to care for, someone to give your love to. Someone to be loved by. Enough sentimentality for one night. I'll bust if I continue.