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ironicaly, my christmas was basically ruined by a funeral in my grandparent's village, on the 24th, of a woman who committed suicide the day before. i really don't understand how you could get to that point in life where you not only want to kill yourself and make everyone around you suffer, but you do it just before christmas too, so that your family and friends are reminded every year, making it impossible for them to even try to get over it. and her dad committed suicide about 5 years ago, so she knew exactly what she was putting everyone through. plus most of my family has the flu, so christmas was very quiet, but i kind of had fun anyway. i was just way too hyper, i must have pissed everyone off so much.
one of my aunts gave me another top i'll never wear, but thankfully i got to everyone else before they'd bought my present, so i got money from most people. my grandma gave me a silk scarf, my parents gave me some small things, like gloves, a cd, a gameboy game, some shoes and they're going to give me money too, and i got ecstasy by irvine welsh from my brother.
one of my aunts gave me another top i'll never wear, but thankfully i got to everyone else before they'd bought my present, so i got money from most people. my grandma gave me a silk scarf, my parents gave me some small things, like gloves, a cd, a gameboy game, some shoes and they're going to give me money too, and i got ecstasy by irvine welsh from my brother.