"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
Woods by paumatias
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Oh lord please make the poor blind guy outside our house playing the guitar while singing christmas carols just go away. I can't believe it. I made my mom give him money without even hearing the guy play. But really, it distracts me from my christmas mood. I have always been this way every christmas and seeing these kind of people really tortures me. You know how much of a hypocrite I am, that no matter how much I feel sorry for these folks, I end up ignoring them before I start bursting into tears. I want to help them but I myself am helpless. Don't know where to start, don't know how to friggin start. This has been the psychological question raised since I was born.
I promise to myself and made the boyfriend swear as well that when the time comes we are both earning our own money (huge amounts hopefully), we can spare some for the needy. Seeing those people practically begging for a soul leaves my bones disintegrating. *facepalm
And I will not forget those bastards that won't allow me to be generous. They've imprisoned my morals in asylum. And it's time for me to finally escape.
Happy christmas to you and the people around you who truly love you.