all my makeup, it has come off.

he hates people, the crowds and selfishness of them all. they want all sorts of high-tech bullshit just to seem cool and rich and to say they have better things than their peers. in reality, none of them need any of the shit they buy on boxing day, they just buy more because it's cheaper on that bloody day. he can't stand the fact that there are so many people who do such things. he's lost all hope in humanity, many times over.  alone in bed, waiting for sleep to overcome him, he makes the best realizations. although by the time he wakes up they are all forgotten. it figures. so he's stuck in the same bloody position he was before all the shinanigans. the rain outside his opened window calms him, lulling him into a state of contentment with the world. none of it would be possible if it weren't for the rain, or the cars passing by all through the night. although the Christmas music has been finally turned off for the night, it still helps, knowing there are other people out there somewhere, people who have some of the same feelings as him. it's comforting. <3 <3