The Holidays Suck Balls

I hate Christmas. I hate what it's supposed to stand for because it never really means anything.

Could be cuz I'm not a Christian and I don't understand how and why Christianity works for almost everyone I've ever met. All this "reason for the season" is absolute bullshit. Everyone just buys a lot of shit and goes to their church's Christmas program and revere and adulate and allegedly feel so "blessed."

I am one salty bitch, truth. My kids like Christmas, my husband likes Christmas, my sister in law isn't a Christian exactly but isn't afraid to expound on what Christmas is and how others should view it (hippiecrits are as shitty as paper Christians).

I just want to sit in a quiet room far away for the next two weeks and let this whole fucking season slip away. I wouldn't miss it. I might miss one person or an ideal that will never be realized.

Retching, Retching

The dark shiny devil that lives in the core of me and the head of me rams me with it's black and bloody horns and urges me to vomit up the poison that's been consumed for these long decades. Swallow it back and heave it up: retching, retching. Endlessly.

My head is sore but no match for my soul.

Why is it so obscene and ugly?

Spitting It Out

She let him. That's why.