The Problem with Christmas...
...is that it's lost it's significance. At least, for me it has. I mean, sure, I came away with a lot of rockin' stuff (Dr. Horrible AND The Dark Knight? Win. All that's missing is my Scotsman in a kilt!), but at the same time...
Everyone always goes on about family and peace and whatever this time of year. But to be entirely honest, I can't stand my family anymore. My parents, anyway. I suppose they're tolerable at times, but this place... I'd rather not be here. Not to mention that today I get hit with another bout of my depression. -sigh- Curling up in the dark has never sounded so good...
Here's hoping your Christmas was better than mine. Have a good one.
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*hugs* and complete sympathies.
You'll probably grow out of detesting your parents--just not for a few years. If you don't, oh well.
*hugs* and I hope tomorrow's better.
Hang in there! Have you listened to the Dr. Horrible commentaries yet? They're so amazing.
Thanks you guys. And Gretchen, I haven't yet, that's first on my list of things to do tomorrow. :D
Christmas really has.
I see that you posted this BEFORE I came over and before we had dinners and watched Dark Knight.
I hope your Christmas got exponentially better at that point.
Mine sure did.
Thanks again for the cookies, friend.
:)
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