All I Want For Christmas

All I want for Christmas is an earlier flight home to Boulder. I hate it here. I want these nightmares to stop, I want to finally fall asleep in your arms again. I miss feeling safe, I miss your lips. I hate it here. I hate how depressing everything here is. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it here. I don't feel safe. I'm sad always. All I ever do I cry. This isn't home, this will never be home. I want to go home. I miss being happy. I miss being me. I hate that I'm crying myself to sleep every night. I hate it here.