A good christmas, but I feel very melancholy. I tried to avoid telling Katie about it but I think she just felt I was shutting her out. When I get in a mood like this there's nothing to be done, unfortunately, so I'd rather just not splash any of the shit I carry around in my bucket.
I found some poems I wrote in high school that somehow managed to avoid the fire I lit for them when I was in college, and they sounded about like how you'd think poems written by a 17 year old depressive would sound.
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