Christmas has come and gone. This seasonal cold is kicking my white ass. Oh, and I have a 'rotten, loveless heart.' Or something to that effect. Basically, I'm at a down point, but I am pushing myself with everything I got to get up and fix all this shit that is my life.
Christmas always puts things in perspective. What was once a magical and fairy tale esque playground of childlike innocence, is now a wasteland of regret, sorrow and self reflection.
I used to watch countless seasonal shows this time of year, but for the past two years, I have skipped that tradition entirely and stuck to my main staple of horror. Even my birthday holds no magic as it once did.
Insomnia is kicking my ass and my neck hurts from sleeping on the fucking couch. I need a massage and for someone to wash my hair in Evian water. That is what I desire most now. My priorities are skewed and I feel the weight of the night catching up to me, and I succumb to sleep.