I didn't get to belong

So last night just got worse. Late in the night I realized that I had completely missed Christmas. The whole day had gone by and I didn't get to be a part of it. I didn't get to belong. I stood on the outside again, so to speak. I kept picturing other people's dinners with their families and friends. I took Klonopin all day, and smoked weed with shatter. I drank enough whiskey to make a difference. I cried. A lot. It would start and stop and start again. I used a lot of Kleenex. I had a lot of snot, 'cause I kept on crying, on and off.

And that was my Christmas. How was your's?