I don't...understand this...
Thanksgiving.
I don't think I can close the shop. People have said, 'Oh, we're visiting family! What are
you doing with yours'?
...I don't have a family like what I see in the movies.
I can never go home. They'll kill me. I have one person. But Thanksgiving seems like a thing for many people.
I am
alone just not sure what one does.
I wish I could celebrate these nights as I did before. I wish I could show you.
My hunger is gone- and I feel the emptiness. Maybe I can spend time with the shadows while the rest do their mortal things. I....do not belong.