This time of year is so tiring. Acting all the time. I get tired thinking about it. Talking about work and school, Dreams I shouldn't be following, Ambitions I can't achieve. "Have you started dating yet?" "When are you going to college?" No, but soon, I swear. I don't know what I want to study. Merry Christmas! Christ was born in August and this celebration is a Hallmark rendition Of a Pagan sun festival (But I don't want to go to any ****** where my parents might be present, anyway). Maybe I'll figure out a major I won't feel is wasted on me Next year. But what four years won't be wasted on an untimely suicide?