it stopped feeling like christmas years ago.
there's no joy in waking up before the sun rises - if i get up that early, i'll pass out again before noon.
i have no friends out here, only the people i'm forced to meet in brief moments of social obligation.
there's no snow to watch gather like a blanket across the dead grass; it's a green christmas at 34 degrees.
my real family is hours away, having fun, living life without me - i turned my phone off, it'll be just as dry when i return.
i don't think i'll ever have a real christmas again, if i'll ever feel happy waking up this late in december.
it feels too wrong to even try and enjoy that which feels so bleak.
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dispositional tendencies
Poesiaa collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
