It's not even New Years and the goddamn Valentines' Day decorations are out.
I hate feeling bitter, I honestly do. It just gnaws on me like a dog gnaws on a rawhide bone. I'm not bitter at anyone - I'm really not. I just hate how the holidays remind me of how fucking broken I am.
I've had two anxiety attacks in the past week. The three aisles of blood red mementos nearly gave me my third.
All I wanted were light bulbs.
Fuck you, Hallmark. Fuck you, Russell Stover.
No comments:
Post a Comment