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I hate CNY this year. And will hate CNY for the following two years as well. Reason?
I can't go to anyone's house. At all.
Whatthehumongousfuckeduppileofbogus. Now, I'm cooped up at home, wearing a t-shirt and boxers while many of ya are going 'round, visiting your relatives and getting angpows/pictures/food, wearing pretty CNY clothes. My house seemed to lose all meaning when my dad's gone. It feels really hollow, on festivals such as this. Like, there's no one to actually fuss over such things and all.
Sigh, I AM NOT HAPPY.