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my bathroom is probably the prettiest place ever. christmas lights warm me up from the inside-out. the past week hasn't been that great either, so all i have to do is go in my bathroom and shut the door and sit on the carpet and smile. and feel the lights. each little blinking bulb somehow making me feel better. the colors reminding me of my old house, and our old christmas tree, and all the old tv shows i used to watch, and snow, and wrapping myself in jackets and long underwear. and playing for hours. then coming inside and my mom having hot chocolate waiting. damn. what the fuck happened to that?