I thought I'd be happy here in my current dwelling place. But I'm oh so wrong - as if I'm betting all in with a pair of kings only losing my hand over a deuce of ace. I know it's Christmas but I never felt such rush of its eve's hype and pace. Now I'm lonesome here inside my room, still wide awake. Not because that I'm insomniac but actually because of another man's selfishness. I'm not supposed to be here at this very hour. I'm supposed to spend it beside a hospital bed and then to a future foster family then stare at some good food then devour. But I chose this. Another boring night with a dog beside my thigh and a laptop that moves slowly up and down as I hear my self sigh.
I am frustrated, really very frustrated - it's all stacking and pilling up -