So this is Christmas

And what the fuck?

This year has been fucked.

It’s still fucked.

Merry Christmas

There’s no happy holiday seasonal greeting that could fix what has happened

You’re haunting me eternally and I never got what I wanted or needed or asked for or

Anything

Sigh

Assuming I ever deserved anything close

I dreamt of the owl

And him

But ever since Vancouver when you popped up and I (witnesses) yelled

Go away

You haven’t been in a dream

I suppose that’s how it goes

Does Netflix ruin your day like it does mine?

I don’t hate you

I’m angry at you and I’m hurt by my own stupid actions and watching you trying to make me feel more crazy

What a mess

So it’s Christmas

But it’s just another day of the same

It’s just another day

Boy said he was born around mid-spring, early summer.

But that’s not something you can prove

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