In one month it's Christmas. Again Christmas. I just would like to disappear for a moment.
Who knows me since I'm young knows what I'm speaking about.
All the others they can just keep on judging me when I say "I hate Christmas". Do it. Judge me, like always.
It's so easy to give feedback to me. So easy to say that I'm wrong, that I'm too much, that I'm too fast, too dramatic, that I play a role, that I think too much, that I speak too much, that I want too much, that I cut the wings or I squat the life, that I'm fucking crazy, that I take drugs, that I should take care, that I'm fanatic, icoherent, inconsistent, too seriuos, too gay, not gay enough, such a bitch, too deep, to easy...
Lately I heard a lot of this... but, wait a moment, not just lately, isn't it?
It was like that in the upper school, it was like that in Lisbon, it was like that all the moments in which I decided not to hide myself.
This makes me smile, points of view make me smile.
Christmas is arriving.
I was used to decorate a huge tree every year when I was living with my father.
Every year with a different theme, competing with the tree of my aunt.
Then I stopped and who knows me knows also why.
Yes I hate Christmas.
Yes I would like to disappear for a while.
And go people, run, rush to buy gifts. This is the only way you have to feel something.
I respect it. Could you also respect me once in a while?
Marry Christmas.