12/25/2010

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No matter how many tantrums my dad threw in the past year to totally destroy my christmas, so far, this one takes the cake. 

Great.. 
"I was going to get you something, but since you were mad at me, I decided not to anymore". For the record, I hate you for that. You know who you are.

Am I not good enough anymore? I wasn't going to say it, but there goes my self-confidence, once again. 

I wanted just one thing... But I guess I don't deserve it. 

I'm fucking crying on Christmas. I can't sleep, for my nose is all stuffed up from being upset. Why are you doing this to me?

And you know what? Our 3 months is 5 days away. I know you're going on that snow trip, so I doubt I'd get to spend it with you... again. I won't be able to talk to you for... oh, about a week? Fuck my life. Fuck this shit. 

My Christmas is ruined. I'm not gonna set any expectations for today. Maybe I'll just loathe, sadly, locking myself up in my room for the entire day. What good's gonna come out of going out anyways? 

I know that you're a complicated person. But, seriously? It's fucking Christmas. It's supposed to be "The most happiest time of the year". Happy my ass...
 


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