An Open Letter

Wow. How nice that must be. I honestly wanna lash out at that, and I know it’s because I’m just hurting right now and not feeling good for various different reasons. But if I pull off that trenchcoat I see it’s just envy. It’d be nice to be able to get gifts and feel so entitled to ask for them. We talked about Christmas a bit ago and I said I hope my future kids celebrate Christmas and take it for granted, and that’s such a beautiful thing. I guess it’s the same way I fully take for granted what financial stability is like. My dad worked so fucking hard coming with nothing to be in a position where I am always safe and supported financially. Yeah I didn’t get Christmas presents. Well I did a few times, and the times I did I still was so excited and cherished them. Should I be upset that I don’t get to ask for a new mouse or headset? My dad paid for my therapy out of network for years without even mentioning it. A thousand dollars a month. Don’t get me wrong, I feel a bit sad hearing about Christmas, but I have plenty to be so thankful for.