So I haven't really been feeling excited for Christmas for the past few years, probably because I'm a depressed heartless scrooge. Everyone I know is going "omgzguiselikeitschrrriiisstmasss", and I don't really understand. I don't see why specific points in time have to be designated for feeling happy, or being joyful and sharing feelings with each other. I guess it's mostly because I've been going through "hey there's a medication for that" kind of feeling for a long time, and I don't want to accept it or partake in it as much as I did in 9th grade or before then. Other times I'm glad I get a week off for something I think is fodder.
And also my hair is turning from blue to green, how festive, quite.
And also, I found something that describes me.

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