It's already December 16th
You might want to skip over this one
I think it's a curse that rolls around when the trees die and the air is cold and crisp. I'm growing sick and tired of myself and the precedents I've been living under. It's hard to believe that I could ever stay content for longer than 2 minutes. I want to say that it has nothing to do with self esteem or something stupid like that, that the only reason I want to hide under the covers of my bed with the door locked until Christmas is that I'm frustrated, stressed or exhausted. But then I would be kidding myself for way too long. Every day I find out I am a little weaker than I thought I was. I have everything that a person needs to be peaceful and satisfied, but I'm too weak to cherish it. I am too stupid to put this feeling into words, maybe I would be better off hiding under my bed until Christmas...or June.
I think it's a curse that rolls around when the trees die and the air is cold and crisp. I'm growing sick and tired of myself and the precedents I've been living under. It's hard to believe that I could ever stay content for longer than 2 minutes. I want to say that it has nothing to do with self esteem or something stupid like that, that the only reason I want to hide under the covers of my bed with the door locked until Christmas is that I'm frustrated, stressed or exhausted. But then I would be kidding myself for way too long. Every day I find out I am a little weaker than I thought I was. I have everything that a person needs to be peaceful and satisfied, but I'm too weak to cherish it. I am too stupid to put this feeling into words, maybe I would be better off hiding under my bed until Christmas...or June.