This time of year is always hard. Both sorrow for not having a family to see and relief for not having to see bigoted assholes. Nothing to make home feel special bc why the hell would Izzy decorate for just him and the cat? Time off from work just be listless and lonely and fucking useless.
He knows its like this every year, but this time it feels worse, bigger, deeper of a fucking hole he can't climb out of. Ed's moved out and off with his blonde fucking bimbo and the rest of the crew scattered to their various gatherings of young people that could never include him.
So Izzy sits with the TV on, cat in his lap, for hours and hours, waiting for something he's incapable of finding and incapable of asking for. Rain pelting the windows, delivery ordered meal after meal. He sinks, he sleeps and never feels
Dec 28, 2025 23:40
