nightwolfx13

It was that time of year again, winter.  The season of love and happiness, well it seemed that way for everyone else at least: My brother had his on again off again girlfriend and her daughter, my sister had her husband and her daughter, my niece, and my mom still had plenty of memories of my father, but then where does that leave me?  Personally I could give less than two fucks about the season, I hated every moment of the season and the holiday s.  Everyone seemed to give off this sort of happiness that made me sick to my stomach, in case you're wondering yes I am extremely pessimistic.  I think the reason is that I had never really been in