All hope has dwindled away, leaving me with no escape. The stars seem much less bright, making it a darker night. The sun has lost its shining glare, leaving nothing but despair. All colors have faded to grey, nothing seems the same. All the leaves have dropped and died, leaving nothing but an empty sight. All sound has gone so quiet, making everything less exciting. The world seems a much smaller place, bringing life to a slower pace. The world seems to be moving in slow motion, hope is lost from ocean to ocean. What was, is no more. I wish I could re-open closed doors.

Well after being dumped and my car blowing up and having absolutely no one excited that you even exist I think that pretty much makes Christmas the worst feeling in the world. Merry fucking Christmas.