Christmas again.

My happiness on Christmas doesn't seem to be part of what the Lord plans for me annually. There is always disappointment in one form or other.

Test after test I have tried to endure for this year but I'm almost at my breaking point. Grant me reprieve, if you are truly a merciful God. Amen.

Eventually

Here's a thought. Even slutty girls get married and will be happy with a nice guy eventually. Why should I care? This is silly.

Spoiled

I've grown far too reliant on the kindness of others. Its not fair to expect more from people who have their own lives. Time to get up, buck up, and man up.