I remember when I was a child on Xmas eve. I would rush to bed early so I could get up and open all my shiny presents. It was magic as I ripped the wrapping paper off to reveal my new treasure. I would play with them for a few days then throw them in a closet. It was more about receiving than the gift itself.
That was a long time ago. A lot has changed since then. I began to realize who I was inside. Those who once pretended to cherish me turned on me because I was no longer inside their box. I was suddenly all alone and stayed that way for some time.