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December fucking depresses me.
I mean, everyone's all, OMG, WE'RE ALL GONAN BE EXTRA HAPPY IN DECEMBER!, so it makes it all the more worse when they're not. I mean, there's loads of rehearsals (which are awesome and fun but also really tiring,) and loads of more work to do in school and it becomes ever more obvious to me how dirt cheap I am and how poor I am.
And I get depressed about not being able to write even when I need to (I promised everyone stories for Christmas/Hanukah, and I can't write anything at all good) and.... I dunno.
I don't think it really is extra depressing, I just think it's the same as all the other months -- except instead of the normal balance of a healthy, not-too-scarring month in my boring-ass life, instead, there's extra happy and then there's extra depressingness, which is really sressing.
I'm not making any sense at all.
Fuck.
.
I mean, everyone's all, OMG, WE'RE ALL GONAN BE EXTRA HAPPY IN DECEMBER!, so it makes it all the more worse when they're not. I mean, there's loads of rehearsals (which are awesome and fun but also really tiring,) and loads of more work to do in school and it becomes ever more obvious to me how dirt cheap I am and how poor I am.
And I get depressed about not being able to write even when I need to (I promised everyone stories for Christmas/Hanukah, and I can't write anything at all good) and.... I dunno.
I don't think it really is extra depressing, I just think it's the same as all the other months -- except instead of the normal balance of a healthy, not-too-scarring month in my boring-ass life, instead, there's extra happy and then there's extra depressingness, which is really sressing.
I'm not making any sense at all.
Fuck.
.