This is not a Christmas I waited for...I hoped for. No one is happy, no one is rushing to open their presents. The liars stay over there, the angry stay apart, and the ones who want the happy day to proceed are stuck in amber, no ability to move or do anything. Telepathy is a wonderful power. Its ability to read thoughts but also to manipulate the mind and patterns that occur. Today is not happy. Today is not a day. Today is a hell. A hell that consists of no telepaths. The worst that can exist. Not a happy day. I can't laugh, I can't smell, I can't be who I am. My eyes are tired, my body feels worn. It is being broken down slowly. The comfort of friends is gone and cannot be recovered this day. How if only I could feel and breath fresh air again. This is not a day, this is a hell.

Why do people have to lie? Why can't they keep a promise, or our hopes up with what they say? They make fools of us. They tell us something, they promise us, they get our hopes up. But then they shoot it down and hack it to death wtih a fucking hatchet and stab and stab with a knife until there is no life left. They promise, they lie. They never keep it. If you can't keep a promise or a request, then you have no reason to make it in the first place. Why tell someone something but you know that you will not keep it? Even if you have the slightest doubt if you can keep it or not, then don't say you will. Don't say those words. They are just lies and more fucking lies. Stop with them. I will kill you. I will fucking stab you in the fucking mouth until you can't move those jaws to tell more fucking lies. Lies are all that comes from your mouth. Stop. Don't say anything if you can't do it. Stop or I will kill you in the fucking mouth. Shut the fuck up.