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Christmas eve.
I large bottle of Bacardi.
My roof, headphones, and an open sky.
Christmas day.
Sleep.
Ive made it a habit of staying in my room, and not coming out.
I havent felt like meeting people, or making new friends.
This isnt me.
This isnt me at all.
Ive blown all my chances with a wonderful boy here, out of fear.
What is happening to me?
I large bottle of Bacardi.
My roof, headphones, and an open sky.
Christmas day.
Sleep.
Ive made it a habit of staying in my room, and not coming out.
I havent felt like meeting people, or making new friends.
This isnt me.
This isnt me at all.
Ive blown all my chances with a wonderful boy here, out of fear.
What is happening to me?