it's over. after so much anticipation he's done for another year. he doesn't want to believe it's done. if he had it his way the holiday would continue for the whole year. although the rest of the world is starting to get ready for christmas already. christmas... his least favorite holiday. maybe he would enjoy it if he could be away from his family and the fighting and the screaming and the throwing of plates. maybe it wouldn't be so bad if his teen years weren't scarred with cancelled christmas get-togethers and the lack of trees. for once he wishes he could spend christmas cuddling under blankets by a fireplace, eggnog on hand, lights twinkling in the snow, carols all around. he wishes he could have one family get-together with a home-cooked meal in peace. o one badgering him about perfect fucking grades or getting inot the spirit of grad events, no one getting mad at his great grandma because she can't remember anything, no more of everyone bitching about how horrible a person his mother is (even if he agrees.) although it never happens.
serial killer presentations start tomorrow and it's the only thing keeping him going, giving him something to look forward to. the blood and the guts and gore are his only friends in tis broken world. he can't trust in anything else.
he's waiting for something to sweep him off his feet and carry him off into a way of life he never even considered. he's hoping some girl will come along and change his life forever, giving him a whole new take on humanity. he knows she's out there somewhere, but there's a good chance he'll never get a chance to meet her with 7 billion people on this planet. he can still keep hoping against the odds.
he's desperate for some girl to sink her teeth into his flesh, run her nails across his bare skin. it's slowly driving him insane. every girl he passes he hopes will be the one to end this dryspell.
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