I am nailed to the hull...

Dec 24, 2010 19:04

Wherein our hero endures diverse unpleasantries and is rendered unhappy.

So... here I am at the xmas eve party my mother is hosting. I coked and cleaned all day. I had a miserable stressy day yesterday. I'm tired. People are asking me if I feel OK and I lie politely. Beside my family, I really only know one person, and he's too busy taking care of his kids to really converse. My brother is hanging by the girl he's been crushing on for years, my mom and stepfather are being hosts. Me... I'm downstairs, away from the noise and haste.

I was hoping my mom wouldn't notice but I think one of the other guests alerted her. Mixed message city: worried about me, but "doesn't want to pressure me" despite the covert pressure.

I want to sleep, but there is too much noise and one of my mom's cats is caterwauling to be let out of my room where she's being incarcerated all evening. I want to talk to a friend, but nobody's here. I want to curl up with someone I love but they're not here either. I want lots of things. Not getting any of them.

This sucks. I hate christmastime and this here is why.

whine, depression, journal

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