It’s Christmas morning. No presents for me. Could life get any worse? Yes. It's snowing again. If I was at home, it would be pretty, but here, by myself, it's not. It's ugly and wet, and it can end my life. If I get frost bite, or hypothermia, I won't be able to treat myself. I need to think positive, but it is so hard. I really am a Scrooge, all Bah-humbugging everything on Christmas day. At least I will be heading to California soon where it will be warm. Then maybe I can get a job, I'll be old enough. Then I can get a nice warm apartment, or at least room with someone. I will grow up, get married, and have kids, just like a normal person. I am normal; I'm just starting out different. I can be normal, I know I can.
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