Fuck Christmas

What is so special about one festive day that distinguishes it from other mundane days? Nothing. They are just human inventions. In the vast universe, there is no Sunday and no Christmas day. They are just silly convention made up by inhabitants of this tiny mole hill called the earth. 

But such so-called special days make me feel more depressed and lost and lonelier than other days. That is just the way it goes for me. 

That is why I resumed smoking after staying away from cigarettes for three days and why I am going to a karaoke to appease my emptiness.