Merry ho ho.
Decorated for Christmas the other day.
Ripped it all down an hour ago because I'm fucking fed up with basically everything right now. Threw the tree back in the box and everything.
There is so so so soooo much guilt in my life right now that I just want to forget Christmas is even happening. Guilt that I'm working Christmas even though I'll be home to celebrate late that night or anytime on boxing day. Guilt over asking my dad for advice on our house. Guilt over asking favours. Guilt over being the reason Aaron isn't going home for Christmas and the associated constant questions about when we'll be there. Guilt guilt guilt.
Trying to alleviate the guilt by attempting to rent a car for the day for tomorrow turned into anger that I was either going to be charged $30 including insurance or $100 without. And the $30 sites all told me my postal code is wrong.
I just had a really bad day. Happy house day.
Ripped it all down an hour ago because I'm fucking fed up with basically everything right now. Threw the tree back in the box and everything.
There is so so so soooo much guilt in my life right now that I just want to forget Christmas is even happening. Guilt that I'm working Christmas even though I'll be home to celebrate late that night or anytime on boxing day. Guilt over asking my dad for advice on our house. Guilt over asking favours. Guilt over being the reason Aaron isn't going home for Christmas and the associated constant questions about when we'll be there. Guilt guilt guilt.
Trying to alleviate the guilt by attempting to rent a car for the day for tomorrow turned into anger that I was either going to be charged $30 including insurance or $100 without. And the $30 sites all told me my postal code is wrong.
I just had a really bad day. Happy house day.