lady gaga songs blast in the background as playful siblings giddily grab at christmas apparel. ‘we’re going to a party!’ they shout, ignorant as to the resemblance that comment makes. (a resemblance to lyrics drunkenly shouted by a petite, depressed boy with too many o’s in his name. the same lyrics we made to be a passcode at a themed party. mixed between flapper girls and cigarette holders, we shouted the same drunken confessions as any teenagers with sexual frustration. i told you i was a lion.) they leave; i am still sitting in the same place i have been for the past three hours. cuddled up in a swirls of cotton red and white, quickly typing in disillusioned conversations. sipping a green liquid, extra sweetened in spirit of the holidays. i will stay here until death or mourning. merry christmas.