Peace. Quiet. Alone. That is what Christmas means to me. Everything is still. My building is empty, my job is empty. Even my fellow bus passengers are missing. It's just me and my thoughts. Which sting a little more than previous years. I like being alone. No one bothers me. No one hurts me. I learn a lot about myself.

I'm sorry. I really am. I forgive you. Can you forgive me?