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i've grown to hate december.
i'm guessing because it was cold?
maybe because there were too many people out.
maybe it was because of how annoyingly the cold crept under my skin? each and every time mother forced me to traverse a winter wonderland, void of warmth and sympathy.
all those reasons, yet i'm sure it was primarily because my blood always turned to ice when they all looked at me.
whenever i paved through the crowds of happy adults, they stopped and stared in disgust.
they eyed me like i was a broken mirror, and i didn't like it.
i never did.
because it made me feel like a bad person.
a strange person.
and it was always during the merriest time of the year that i felt the most miserable.
