there's no place like home for the holidays!
and now, for your viewing pleasure, a holiday list.
1) just got through with the first fight of the break with my dad. it took a lot longer to come than i thought it would. i must be growing up!
2) both of my older brothers now have significant others. i have become virtually invisible, because i don't have one. please, somebody shoot me.
3) i cannot smoke here, and i am dying.
4) it's weird that i'm almost twenty, and my mom still won't let me drink coffee because she doesn't think i'm old enough for it yet.
4.5) dear god, i wish i was kidding.
basically (fuck the list), i am home, and i thought it would make everything better and it hasn't. i don't know why i am so upset about everything, and i don't know why i'm suddenly so pissed off that i don't have a significant other (or even a slightly significant other) to spend the holidays with. the christian fucked me up more than i thought it would, and it seems like no one wants to hear about it. and i can't smoke, because my dad's father died of lung cancer caused by cigarettes, so you can guess that me smoking is not KC's favorite thing in the world. so to sum up, men that don't love me suck, i am nicotine- and caffeine-deprived, and i feel like coming home was a big mistake. happy fucking holidays.
seriously, i'll be fine in a few hours.
1) just got through with the first fight of the break with my dad. it took a lot longer to come than i thought it would. i must be growing up!
2) both of my older brothers now have significant others. i have become virtually invisible, because i don't have one. please, somebody shoot me.
3) i cannot smoke here, and i am dying.
4) it's weird that i'm almost twenty, and my mom still won't let me drink coffee because she doesn't think i'm old enough for it yet.
4.5) dear god, i wish i was kidding.
basically (fuck the list), i am home, and i thought it would make everything better and it hasn't. i don't know why i am so upset about everything, and i don't know why i'm suddenly so pissed off that i don't have a significant other (or even a slightly significant other) to spend the holidays with. the christian fucked me up more than i thought it would, and it seems like no one wants to hear about it. and i can't smoke, because my dad's father died of lung cancer caused by cigarettes, so you can guess that me smoking is not KC's favorite thing in the world. so to sum up, men that don't love me suck, i am nicotine- and caffeine-deprived, and i feel like coming home was a big mistake. happy fucking holidays.
seriously, i'll be fine in a few hours.