These losses we’d, endured thus far in our lives, will become, especially HARD-HITTING, during the holidays, because, during this holiday season, we’d, remembered the ones we loved the most, the ones, we can’t hold in our arms anymore, and, holidays became, something, we desperately wanted to, AVOID, at ALL cost, even, our own deaths!
Loss during the holidays, and, it gets WORSE, because, there are, more than ONE single holiday where the entire family get together, to celebrate, what, the DEATH of my Emily? What the FUCK, would be the purpose, of me, painting on my smiles, and, saying THANK you so VERY much, my god damn, FUCKING families, for ALL those USELESS PIECES of COLD-HARD-CASH you’d continued to SHOVE up my FUCKING anus!
Loss during the holidays, it’s, really hard, to experiences, and yet, I’m still here, still breathing (don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse!!!), and I will, KEEP on, keeping TRACK of ALL the holidays that I don’t have my DEAD Emily by my side, and, FYI: she is on her way to reaching her EIGHTH year 2017, and yet, where, the FUCK, is MY seven-year-old kid, she should BE at the age, when that DEADBEAT, LOSER, ABUSIVE biological SPERM donor was when he’d FUCKED his own WHORE………
Loss during the holidays, so, what if I got teary-eyed, and, get mistaken for becoming BIPOLAR again, and that M***ER F***ER SHRINK that that DEADBEAT father of mine tried to CHECK me into, knows SHIT!
Life, the Obstacle Course 