Just a poem, its probably gonna be half baked because i havnt been to bed in 21 hours or so.

Tired
Of everything i see around me
When i cant breathe because im stealing my own breath
But my eyes are too sore to see
Whats really going on
As time passes by and strikes my life
Changing of seasons and people
Impacts me like cutting my mind in half with a knife.

Im glad my eyes are clouded over with pain
So i cant look in the mirror and find
A relfection which scares me still
Because it disgusts me and plagues my mind
With feelings of hate and self loathing
I still dont like what i see
And i dont know if i ever will
But im tired, of imagining something ill never be.

Well christmas was a bust
And ive learned my lesson that gifts are nothing without happiness to go with it. And basically all i got was gifts. Today im also going to the other side of my family's place for dinner, which im probably not going to eat. Im looking forward to sitting in the corner of the basement once my pointless beggings to my father fail when i want to stay home -_-

Im way too tired...of my life.