Forget December.

So this Christmas, I have a choice.

I can have my integrity, or I can have my fiancee. One, but not the other.

They say 'tis the season, but they never say for what. They're only scared of the ugly truth, too cowardly to confront what they know and are too shamed to say out loud.

This is the time to bite your tongue, pretend to like the people you can't stand. This is the time to lie, the time to bring all these ugly blemishes to the surface and then cover them over as if no one knows that they exist.

This is a time for lies, a time for chaos, a time for pain, a time for old ugly wounds to gape open anew. This is a time to wish you were with the family you chose instead of the family you can't escape. This is a time for problems, a time for hurts, a time for the small cuts to burn all the worse.

Fuck December.

I can't wait for the new year, if only so this one will be over.