This is my Gremlins story, or "Why I hate Christmas".
I don't really hate it, I'm just bummed on it this year. First of all, something bad is happening to someone really close to me, but I can't speak about it because its not my business to tell. Just trust me that it's bad and it hurts me a lot. Second, my whole family hates each other. My brother isn't speaking to any of us, my stepmom and my sister hate each other, and my mom hates everyone. It doesn't make for a very family holiday. I was talking to a friend, who also dislikes this holiday, and I explained to him that it doesn't suck that much for him to dislike Christmas, because he doesn't care. I really want to enjoy this holiday. I wish I had a big happy family that loved each other, with lots of aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins and spouses and babies running around. I wish there was a turkey and stuffing and ham and mashed potatoes and presents. No presents for me this year. Except from my sister and Lynne. Who loves ya baby?
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