I hate Christmas, don't get me wrong, I'm not a scrooge or anything, I love giving people presents, I just hate what Chirstmas brings. Like all of the stress and shit, like starting a new year, family shit, all that stuff. I just always feel so insecure about myself aroun d the holidays, like I'm not good enough to spend time with my family or something. I just feel like this big black sheep of the family, everyone hates that I'm different from them, that I wear black eyeliner, have black nail polish, wear black all the time. As if that matters, damnit, we are fucking family! But no, all they want is me shopping at A&E and Ambercrombie and Fitch or whatever.

Ah, sorry, me ranting again. Well, I just haven't posted a journal in a while, and felt like I should. Not that anyone probably cares. Well, really to the point.

I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas, if you don't celebrate Chirstmas, then have a Happy whatever. And a happy New Year. I hope mine will be better than last years... Um, yea.

I have some really funny stories I could tell you, but I won't. They are related to baking cookies and yea.

Oh, I had an okay today. School was sucky like usual, really slow, and boring. AFter school I hung out with some peeps, and realized I like this kid. But nothing will ever happen, because he probably doesn't like me back. Ah well. You can't have everything in life, and in my case, you can't have anything.

I'll stop crabbing about my problems now and go away. Goodbye for now.

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