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Christmas. Everyone loves Christmas. Except for me. I guess I'm the scrooge of the lot. I used to love Christmas. But things change.
Office Christmas party. Being around a bunch of people that I don't like. Not my idea of fun. Time to disappear.
I hide away from the jolly. Just let me be. Christmas used to be special. Now it's just filled with three memory of failures. The things in life I once held dear long, long gone. Now, Christmas is a reminder what I no longer have.
Just leave me alone. Let me be. I want no part of your festivities. I want no part of your merry making. Just let me disappear into the dark corner so no one notices.
I'm good at disappearing. I never make any connections. Some days I even have to hide from myself.
I ask no sympathy, I have no regrets. Just painful memories that I can't erase. No matter what I try. So, go have your holiday. I'm going to crawl into a bottle until December twenty six.