My Christmas this year isn't the same as all the Christmases I had for the past twenty-three years.
Despite being surrounded by loving family, I feel bitterly unloved. Even if I am always with my fun-loving friends, I feel desperately alone. Even if I have received many small gifts that came from the heart, my hands feel empty, trembling in the cold air synonymous to the season.
It is as if I wake up one morning and everything became so incomplete.
Am I just being selfish to silently desire for something better?
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