It is fifteen minutes past midnight, and I'm crying because my siblings are awake and they don't bother, my parents are away, and there have been no text messages, and I just need someone to acknowledge my existence and feel loved.
This is beyond pathetic. I know. But I feel so wretched and so sad and so alone, as I do every year.
Begging for a savior isn't really going to help, because I know I'm supposed to go it on my own.
But still.
Lead me through this fire.
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