I really hate Christmas now. This time of the year just reiterates the fact that the home I want to go back to doesn’t exist anymore, that the majority of the only family I’ve ever known is dead, and that the two family members I have left don’t have a meaningful relationship with me. I want to get out of here so badly, so I can have a sad little holiday by myself, in a home of my very own, but I just don’t have the means yet. I’m torn between wanting Christmas all alone, and not wanting to celebrate Christmas at all ever again. And that really hurts.
