Yesterday I realized how much I hate Christmas. I always got crap for presents (I never ask for anything, but my mother always takes it upon herself to get me something), but back when I thought that a gay old man in a slay was giving it to me, it was fun and special. But, really, what is Christmas without Santa? It's like peanut butter without jelly. Well, farewell, everyone, I'm off to hang myself.
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