Once the sun goes down, that's when I find it hardest to hold out hope. The waves of loneliness, despair, humiliation. I try to push myself to go out, but it's a struggle just looking at all the other happy couples around me, groups of friends, having fun. It's better than staying home by myself, though, and the hours seem to pass a little quicker with distraction. It always seems to be lurking there, waiting to come back again.
