humbug.
pretty much.
i can honestly not remember one that i enjoyed.
theyre either entirely horrible or just so lame that i forget them.
last year, lame.
the year before, horrible.
years before, one or the other...
probably wouldnt be so upset if i had thought that this one would be great.
i hate that i put so much into something that just obviously didnt mean anything...
im so tired of being unhappy.
jareds right.
hell is what you make it and im done.
need fun.
need happiness.
i miss him.
i shouldnt.
and i know it.
but i do.
and its never going to stop.
even when i move on...
that fact sucks.
i hate the holidays.