I hate the holiday season. I'm no scrooge but please lets just get through this.
There is no reasoning with some people. Even when I quietly attempt to avoid confrontation while doing what is my job ever so nicely, I am acosted.
I look at my self and feel weak at times, but then I run down everything I've ever been thru all the hurt, happiness, pain disappointment, hard times, good times, and guess what? I'm still fucking here! I may be in repair but god damn it I'm here. That makes me strong bc a weaker person would have given up on living long ago.