What a sad time of year. Even Santa, the trophy of selflessness, is going on a shooting spree. (link) Perfectly trimmed lawn. The best lights. Masters degree in Engineering. Pleasant, Catholic guy. Everything I'm about to be.
Not the only reason why it's a sad time of year. The rest of the reasons well... We've all been there. Feeling alone, feeling like everyone else is happy but we're not, that game.
Grim reality is even my parents don't know what to buy me for Christmas.
In fact, the one reason I exist is to go to school. I don't think anyone expressed interest into much else about me. Just how were those grades. When are you graduating. All I have to look forward to is those questions about what job I'll get, then who I'll marry, then when I'll get promoted, then when I'll retire...
This age, this glass globe we live in... It has to shatter before we can be who we are.
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