Un-der
Christmas was good. Our family have a tradition of exchanging gifts, we draw names on thanksgiving, give gifts on christmas...at different houses each year. It was alot of tears this christmas though, and it wasn't all my mother either.
See, every year my mother cries when she gets ready to con people into believing it's there gift she's about to hand them(like everyone else does). I don't quite understand it though; why she cries, but I do believe that it comes quicker when my cousin or someone says, ' ohhh myyy Good Ness, here she go again' or the muffled laughter behind a pillow or someone's arm.
She'd read a poem about how we should show someone we love them while they're here and not when they're gone, but it had other things involving mothers, so I guess, yeah. I would type it out but poem being a bit lost at the moment so...anyways, there were other stories that my family had told, many tears later, one I didn't hear, unfortunately.
New years, I watched The Good Shepherd, by myself, it's a pretty good movie. It went off at like 12:00, I quickly turned to WJZ and watched the fireworks down at the harbor. It was okay. I cried silently inside, I didn't want another year of being indecisive to come. I waste hours of thinking about what I want to do. It's tiresome, I believe that was one of the reasons I couldn't get in the groove of reading 1984. I'm still reading it, months later, the first four pages, because after the first four pages I start think should I be doing something else, reading something else, listening to something else, cleaning something, praying. I won't depress you with what I eventually ended up doing though.
The other reason, in case you're wonderingggg, I thought I had ADD.