Oh Thanksgiving, how you've harmed my very soul:
- car hit and run? Check
- ditched at a party an hour and a half from home with no goddamned ride: check
- prayers been forced to listen to: twice.
- bitter fuck: check
Brightsides? I haven't been told I'm fat again, my car wasn't hit twice, I wasn't ditched twice, and hey, at least I caught a ride. Eventually.
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