for christmas, i got lots of shit that i don't really need. and lots of money. the whole day kind of sucked, in a way. the food was cold, i had cramps all day, and the conversation was terribly dry and boring.

meh.

i wasn't expecting much, anyway. christmas really has no real importance to me anymore, except for the fact that i have to spend a bunch of money on gifts (which, despite my tone, does not bother me all that much). it's just another day where i have to pretend like i actually believe in god for my extended family for the sake of preserving my image as a sweet little girl.

the holidays blow.

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