Truly, a monster lives in my heart

Thanksgiving Day. and. Simple lines of existence through time were crossed and tied together, to be wound for the rest of eternity. As they wind, they stress as the velocity (speed and direction) of one must change to accommodate for the differences in relation to the other. Tensions threaten breakage, causing one line to be torn in two. This is what we're going through.

I hate the holidays for more than several reasons. I wish all people would die.