First of December

It is the first of December and I guess it is only fitting that I write something, after all December is my month. I was born in this month, just days before Christmas. Two years ago today, I remember I was feeling exactly the same way- melancholic, gloomy, apathetic, depressed, sad, lonely, all other similar words you can think of. The worst part is, I couldn't and still cant now think of a reason why I feel like this.  It sucks.  There's this gaping hole within where emptiness is infinite and the hollowness makes it so hard to snap out of it.  It's the black hole of emotions. I hope it's a different day tomorrow.