Christmas is only 24 days away , it is supposed to be the happiest day of the year. For you it isn't , it is the saddest one . You are condemned to spend it with the monsters of your closet, pretending that everything is okay and wishing everyone a Merry Little Christmas , but it is not a merry one. For years all you wanted for Christmas is to be somewhere else, away from this awful place . New York or somewhere in Vermont or North England would seem ideal, inside a house whose decoration would pretty much resemble the Mystery theme from Windows 98 or something rather dark but extremely cosy that you would chose. The fireplace would be lit and you would be standing near the window watching as the snow flakes fall down gracefully on each tree's leafs ,
You would not care about a significant other for you would already know that you will spend most of your life alone , but you wouldn't care for your friends would have embraced you for what you are and most of your peers would have recognized your works and subsequently respect your talents. You would be happy just sitting next to the fireplace ,watching the landscape and reading a book or two whilst listening to My Happy Valentine and enjoying this perfect moment, happy that those skeletons are buried deep in a closet in the most isolated place in our galaxy, millions of light years away. This view , this remarkable view and that beautiful house and quiet is all yours to enjoy, until a friend drops by to visit or you decide to break the silence.
But this seems so unreachable right now, so much away that you think it will never happen but it might will in the years to come but you won't need it as much as you do now. For right now your screams for it ,yet you can do nothing to satisfy her need.