Yuletide Season

It's the 17th day of December, 3:14 in the afternoon and I don't know what's in this day. I just don't know, why?I don't care. As Gibo said, "Something's wrong wit' me?", which is true to me.

Something's also wrong about me. I want to decipher the wrong things, I had but I just don't know how to make it right. Eight days are left before Christmas. One thing I'm avoiding to pass by, which is inevitable.Oh! my goodness...

Someone there?Somebody?Hey, I don't know. I need someone who may listen to my sentiments in this damn life.

If someone will be able to read this, email me, so tired, something's wrong 'bout me...
I need a break, I need a shoulder, I need someone to make me grin.

unheeded_being...