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I'm almost to the point where this will be the last holiday I celebrate. Year after year my holidays are spent crying and finding out what else my mother thinks of me. This year I'm an embarrassment...which I knew. I'm not preppy, I'm not extrememly feminine, I'm not like my cousins. I'm supposably dark and evil. What else should I feel but hate towards myself and her. And what do I feel from her? HATE. I'm tired...just so tired.
I have no money
I'm stuck in Texas with all this
And I don't have the one person I love with me.
Worst Christmas ever.
I have no money
I'm stuck in Texas with all this
And I don't have the one person I love with me.
Worst Christmas ever.