All the drama, come on. We're 20 years old, grow the fuck up. So glad to get out of this place. Sick of the drama, management, co-workers. All of it is retarded, no pun intended.
Anywho. Made three cards today. Well, two and three quarters. I have to figure out a way to make the tree trunks and branches. As I sat in my chilly house making my cards I sipped mint tea. The warm smooth chill running down my throat made me reminisce of the christmas season. I'm glad to be spending it with my parents this year. Of course I can't wait to have my own Christmas with my own family (whenever that may be) but I'm glad I'll be with my family. The warmth of the chilly basement, the soft glow of the lights on the tree, the boxes for all the family piling up on the homemade tree skirt, homemade stockings hanging among the garland on the mantle, watching movies and playing games with my brother. All of it I miss, I'll always miss all of it.
But this year I'll have it.
What a long ramble. Started off with cards and ended up with family. But I do love cards, and family, and Christmas. Making Christmas cards with my family.
Hah, yeah right.
At first I was excited to move home. Then sad. Real sad. Now I can't wait. I want to move home now. I want to be with my mom and dad and brother. I find myself looking for excuses to go see them. Am I sick of what I have? Do I want to get away from everything, including him?
I think a break from each other will be good. I think I'm getting sick of the every day thing. We don't get excited to see each other anymore. Maybe only seeing each other once a week or so will make us excited again. I hope so, I'm afraid of the mundane.
I'm afraid of losing.
I break my heart so I can make others feel better.
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