A brick wall. That's all I want to be for Christmas.

Just a quick reminder. I don't celebrate Christmas, folks. Don't tell me 'Merry Christmas!', or suffer the consequences.

Now, to my point of this post. This season, is Hell. I have discovered the location of that vile realm, and it isn't a place. It's a time. This season, is Hell.

I do not exaggerate on the people that seem to be emotionally suffering. 7 people, 7 of them, have come to use my shoulder. Struggling and announcing their troubles socially or emotionally. People are breaking down around me, and I know I'm of good advice. Otherwise people wouldn't come to ask for it so often. But regardless, this is pushing me a tad far.

When everyone is getting this bad, I just want to punch everyone in their face, use a scapel to remove their torso skin, and pour salt water over their exposed muscles. Screw you all.

I don't mind helping people, I even like it at times. But when several people are coming to me within a brief period of time? Then.. I think it is time for you all to go to someone other than Shawn. You should all know better. I am not the most... Polite... Person in the universe. You all know this, you know I can be rough and gritty to downright atomic.

So I'm asking now, rather than doing my typical, bad habit of assuming people know my complaints and problems. Try to ease up. I've already caught myself snapping at a few of you, when you came to me for help.

Now is NOT the time to lean on Shawn's shoulder. Please. Don't do it, unless you desperately need to.

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