ShatteredSerenity
I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
- Nov 24, 2024
- 165
This year I don't want any gifts because nothing can make me happy. I just wish Santa could take me high above an empty parking lot, high enough that instant death on impact is guaranteed, and I would jump. His elves can mop up my splattered remains, since I'm sure those cheerful little spirits must be immune to trauma.
It would be even better if his sleigh had a trap door so I wouldn't have to overcome SI, but beggars can't be choosers. I would ask Santa for N, but he doesn't seem like the type to be dealing drugs. Sadly this is all wishful thinking. No matter what I get for Christmas, all I'll have at the end of the day are the shattered remains of a soul.
It would be even better if his sleigh had a trap door so I wouldn't have to overcome SI, but beggars can't be choosers. I would ask Santa for N, but he doesn't seem like the type to be dealing drugs. Sadly this is all wishful thinking. No matter what I get for Christmas, all I'll have at the end of the day are the shattered remains of a soul.