I almost spent the holidays alone this year
until I whispered
"I want to be very alone and die"
about 4 times instinctively
under my breath.

I read, "Honest Helix"
and realized nothing has changed.
This **** is ******* maddening.

So ******* for what I did,
and I'm going to make it
through this season,
and ******* for reading this
because I never wrote
**** for any of you anyways.

I hope you're either ecstatic,
or you suffocate when you
think of me.

*******. *******. *******.
And a Happy New Year.