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It is better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for someone you are not.


yeah, i'll admit it. being lonely on christmas does suck a little.... it would be nice to be around people instead of fucking hermiting around all day.... wallowing in my own misery.. but i made a choice.. it would probaly help if someone would return a fucking phone call but that's her pregoative, this is exactly the way i get to feel every fucking year, nothing i can do about it until it's my turn and then start ignoring her requests and calls.... we will have daddy time next week, i'm sure of that, I need to find someone Normal and start hanging out, making love, being with people agian, when my only real social circle is employment right now that is telling about my life, i have let everything fade away into dust and crumble.... I need to find something to do, someone to be,i need a change and i need it soon....

Current mood: Depressed.

Oh, look, yet another Christmas TV special! How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food, and beer .... Who'd have ever guessed that product consumption, popular entertainment, and spirituality would mix so harmoniously?

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