ok so.
i ramble this in bruce's journal
isnt it weird how it seems every year we do the same thing. christmas tree. presents. garland. mistletoe. jingle bells.
and then all of a sudden its gone. its like a great memory. but thats all.
i miss christmas! i really really do!
i miss my brother telling me on christmas eve not to wake him up on christmas morning to get his stocking. so every year i would think of a new way to get it to him. i would lay it by his bed. and stare at him until he woke up. or i would whisper his name over and over again. and when he woke i would run and hide and pretend i didnt do anything.
woah. rambling.
ok. so i am offically not into christmas this year. its all to planned. and fake for me. i dont feel jolly. and im pissy! take that bitch!
im tired. i want it to just skip by. and forget me.
isnt it weird how it seems every year we do the same thing. christmas tree. presents. garland. mistletoe. jingle bells.
and then all of a sudden its gone. its like a great memory. but thats all.
i miss christmas! i really really do!
i miss my brother telling me on christmas eve not to wake him up on christmas morning to get his stocking. so every year i would think of a new way to get it to him. i would lay it by his bed. and stare at him until he woke up. or i would whisper his name over and over again. and when he woke i would run and hide and pretend i didnt do anything.
woah. rambling.
ok. so i am offically not into christmas this year. its all to planned. and fake for me. i dont feel jolly. and im pissy! take that bitch!
im tired. i want it to just skip by. and forget me.