mentally (un)stable

Felt like writing a poem

(Since I’m stuck here at home).

But I have no inspiration;

Guess I’ll continue with respiration.

I’ve bought a couple of journals. I thought it would be cool to have them, but now I’m not really sure what I want to use them for. Maybe next time I’ll actually think it all through to the end…

I’m not a believer in making New Year’s resolutions. The idea of realizing that something about your life needs to be changed but waiting until the start of a new year to change it is absolutely absurd to me; if it needs to change, change it as soon as you decide it needs to change.

That being said, I have come to the realization that I’ve been needing to make a change in one particularly personal portion of my life for several months now, and so I am going to finally do just that: I am going to let go. I don’t necessarily want to, but I have to. It’s the only logical course of action for me to take if I am to return to any sense of normalcy in life. For those three (if that many) of you that are reading this, you may be curious about what the hell I’m talking about. Remember that part where I used the phrase “particularly personal”? Yeah…

That being said, I know this sounds an awful lot like a New Year’s resolution; I promise it’s not. Why break tradition now and follow all of the rest of you sheep?

You better not shout, you better not cry. You better not pout; I’m telling you why - Santa Claus is coming to town. So why should I buy you a gift if he’s already bringing you what you want?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw it, you would say “This is ridiculous; reindeer don’t have glowing red noses,” and then you’d ask for your money back from the Christmas-themed petting zoo and go home.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, because really…who wants a black Christmas?

There’s no place like home for the holidays, so stay there. The less of you idiots there are out there, the more likely I am to get in and out of the liquor store without any issues.

Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh; o’er the fields we go, saying “We should’ve rented a car.”

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me: gonorrhea.

Frosty the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul. Actually, he wasn’t. He was three giant clumps of urine-soaked snow piled on top of each other with a button and some coal crammed into his face and then, after a day full of being chased around by children, he melted and died.

I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus. Dad found out, shot Santa, beat my mother, got sent to jail, and now I live in a foster home.

Silent night…let’s keep it that way.

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum, on my drum? Mary said “Are you mental?! I just got him to sleep!”

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy, “Do you hear what I hear?” And verily, the shepherd boy shat himself, for a barnyard animal was speaking to him.

We three kings of Orient are really, REALLY lost.

You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch. I like your style.