Christmas carols have invaded my solitary stalking of cheer again. Today, it was at SM (where else?) while I was searching for the capiz photo frames my mother wanted. I felt hollow, as if my little black heart had decided to go on an indefinite leave.

Again, the question: Do I hate it so much because other people are happy and I am not?

There are certain hours of night when I’m just sitting at my computer and listening to people talk. Sometimes I can’t stand it and I want to scream.