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I'm dreading the next week or so. I know Gail is going to give me shit for either my room/the computer room being a mess, wondering what my grades are and how bad they are and how lazy and stupid I am, or because I'm inconsiderate and don't really love my family, blah blah blah.
Instead of staying over with Dad, Gail and her mother tonight, I'm just going to come back here and clean around the house. I'd rather do something productive and avoid confrontation, then sleep on a couch and be forced to get up at 8 in the fucking morning.
I hope everyone else's Christmas will be better then mine. Why is it that some people end up making this time of year a living hell that you can't escape? It's supposed to be about wanting to spend time with your family, relaxing, enjoying yourself...Not wanting to avoid them because you aren't in the mood for huge family fights. Jesus, this time of year is strange.
Anyway, Merry Christmas folks. I feel lucky to have such great friends and know so many amazing people. I love you all.
Instead of staying over with Dad, Gail and her mother tonight, I'm just going to come back here and clean around the house. I'd rather do something productive and avoid confrontation, then sleep on a couch and be forced to get up at 8 in the fucking morning.
I hope everyone else's Christmas will be better then mine. Why is it that some people end up making this time of year a living hell that you can't escape? It's supposed to be about wanting to spend time with your family, relaxing, enjoying yourself...Not wanting to avoid them because you aren't in the mood for huge family fights. Jesus, this time of year is strange.
Anyway, Merry Christmas folks. I feel lucky to have such great friends and know so many amazing people. I love you all.