Why do things always fuck up on the holidays?
Yeah. Happy fucking Valentine's Day to me. :/ It's been this way since Christmas. Every fucking holiday, something has to go wrong. I'm forced to drive my car through what seems like a foot and a half of snow at 3 o'clock Christmas morning, only because it'd taken me since ten or so Christmas Eve to dig my car out to drive it. Then, on New Year's Eve, my drunken grandmother's boyfriend has to go and get drunk and throw a big fucking hissy fit over the fact that a baby's going to be at the party and he can't smoke in the living room. He throws shit and screams and none of us are in a good mood, and the days following are uncomfortable.
And then Valentine's Day arrives. I don't fucking care that I'm single and don't have someone to spend the evening with or whatever. What gets on my nerves is how something always manages to pop up that completely fucks up fucking holidays. Aren't these supposed to be happy times?
I don't understand it. My sister and I were getting along just fine, and somehow, a conversation about eating turns into an argument and Dad pops in and starts screaming at my sister (for reasons I can understand) and leaves screaming at the top of his lungs, "HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINE'S DAY."
I know I'm not the one being yelled at, but I'm tired of seeing everyone so fucking miserable on a goddamned holiday. We were fine Friday and Saturday, but no, Sunday--Valentine's Day--rolls along and things have to go downhill. Couldn't it have waited until tomorrow?
Fuck, I just want to CELEBRATE things for once instead of REGRET them. :/
And then Valentine's Day arrives. I don't fucking care that I'm single and don't have someone to spend the evening with or whatever. What gets on my nerves is how something always manages to pop up that completely fucks up fucking holidays. Aren't these supposed to be happy times?
I don't understand it. My sister and I were getting along just fine, and somehow, a conversation about eating turns into an argument and Dad pops in and starts screaming at my sister (for reasons I can understand) and leaves screaming at the top of his lungs, "HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINE'S DAY."
I know I'm not the one being yelled at, but I'm tired of seeing everyone so fucking miserable on a goddamned holiday. We were fine Friday and Saturday, but no, Sunday--Valentine's Day--rolls along and things have to go downhill. Couldn't it have waited until tomorrow?
Fuck, I just want to CELEBRATE things for once instead of REGRET them. :/