I seem to only enjoy sad songs these days.
I seem to dislike Christmas.
It's suppoed to be "the most happiest time of the year."
But I feel like it's all fake.
Sure, I like the idea of Christmas, the snow, the lights, the families.
But it never really feels like a special occasion to me.
Just feels like every other day. A circled routine.

I hate that from when we are very little, we are lied to.
Santa Claus, fairytales. None of that exists.
And it's a matter of knowing what reality is when it hits you one day.
No one told you it was coming, you just get older.
You just grow, and realize life and what you came into.

The lies, they unfold.
And when you see what is real, it hurts.
When you feel what is real, hurts more.

We all want the fairytale.
Maybe that is what we're searching for.
The castle.
The magic.
The love.
The ever after..

We only wake up to find that it's gone.