i hate christmas.

don't read this.

so like

why can't i write

any

more.

some familiar

strange

monotonous

routine

comparable to

nothingness

that seamlessly

floats around my body

i want out

of these days

that turn into weeks

that turn into years

that turn into seconds

that turn into diddly-fucking-SQUAT

my body is stuck

like hair in a ponytail

tightening with every motion

with every emotion

but what happens

when that rubber-band breaks

there are always more rubber-bands

waiting to be hold me back

i mean my hair

i mean.

shit.