The Time

I am a terrible person. I have come to realize that. It's no wonder I am alone. However, this goes down as the worst Christmas ever. No fun stuff to look forward to, no friends, no loved ones. Only idiot sycophants saying, so how'd you get so lucky to work today? (imagine it in a very nasal tone to get the whole effect) And I just want to smack them and say, do you realize YOU are the reason I'm forced to be here today, you sorry sack of shit? And besides, if you must know, my family lives far away, and I have no friends that care to spend the day with me. Satisfied? Now shut the fuck up and eat your turkey. And don't worry about the fact that I've been here all day and had nothing to eat, so stop whining about how stuffed you are, fat ass.

Anyway...

That is not exactly why today sucks so bad. It's really just because I wish there was someone out there who loved me enough to want to be with me and there isn't. It doesn't matter where I am today. Or tomorrow. Or ever. And Christmas is the most inopportune time to know that.