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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