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.