Christmas is funny. I don't hate it, but it makes me happy and sad.
I am sad because for the past 10 Christmases it was celebrated with someone I loved so much but now I'm no longer with. And if you happen to read this, don't give yourself away. But I am happy because for the first time in many years I had family that bothered with me. Even one person getting Kupo his own toy.
It makes me cry because I didn't think anyone by my someone who was once special cared.
And I mourn because while I sleep on a sofa in a living room, I know there are people far worse than I am. People who just had Kraft dinner for today. People grieving because they lost their spouse. Of unloved and unwanted dogs. Of the elderly who are unfortunate enough to have lost themselves to their degenerating illnesses in nursing homes. And all my troubles seem to pitiful compared to those things.
But whatever holiday you celebrate, may it be a happy one.
6 years, 2 months ago
26 Dec 2012 02:37 CET