It's several weeks before Christmas and here I am gloating. Well, sort of. The christmas spirit is filling the air.

For the most part, I'm imagining things. I'm thinking of those people who are able to do what they want to do --- what they enjoy the most doing. I envy those people who are out tonight. Drinking their woes away. Filling their tummies to the point of ecstatic fullness. For whatever that means.

I'm stuck inside a box. Slowly degenerating. Decomposing. A slow and yet oh so painful process.

Nothing beats watching yourself at this sorry state.

I will get out of this.

But it's taking too long. Far too long...

 

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