how utterly pitiful.
year after year,
every holiday,
being ruined
by the ones you love.
yet each year
excitement bursts through us.
we count down the days.
to eventually be
disappointed.
these smiles are forced.
exhaustion settles in.
and we tell ourselves,
"maybe next year will be better"
-is there something wrong with us?
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
how utterly pitiful.
year after year,
every holiday,
being ruined
by the ones you love.
yet each year
excitement bursts through us.
we count down the days.
to eventually be
disappointed.
these smiles are forced.
exhaustion settles in.
and we tell ourselves,
"maybe next year will be better"
-is there something wrong with us?
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