I am crying my way into Christmas day. I guess I can't be happy every year.
I am sick of being rejected for no reason. I am broken again. I fix myself and then I let someone break me. I am such a fucking loser.
I suppose in the end I am a charity case. Love and happiness, or take what you can, and get out as quick as you can? There's that Christmas spirit.
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