Dec 24, 2002 15:15
I am so angry with you right now. Like the past year and a half has just been a ploy to benefit you. You never meant any of it. I don't even want to look at you anymore.
And on my parents ruining Christmas? My little sister is six years old. First grade. And she no longer believes in Santa. For some reason, this really upsets me. It takes away the magical essence of tomorrow morning. My best memories of Christmas are waking up in the morning, rushing out to the living room and seeing so many presents that weren't there before. Seeing the cookies gone, and a note in place. Getting bean bags that we always wanted with a note from Mrs. C. saying how she had sewn them together herself. It was so incredible. The time that my dad covered his fingers in ink and crossed the floor so we would think that one of the reindeer fell down the chimney. Waking up to train sets around the tree that weren't there the night before. Its just so .. magical. And Erin isn't going to get any of that because now she knows that the whole 2 years she remembers it was my parents. Gosh.
Everything just feels like its falling apart. I hate it. Everywhere. Things are just awful