Fuck this shit. I am fucking tired. And this is the first time I've been so angry and honestly bordering on hating Christmas.
I think it's because I'm not cutting myself.
And just for the record, the only reason I'm not cutting myself, is because I'm too fucking tired to think of clothes I can wear in an effort to hide myself.
I need to run. I'm going to run now.
On another note-
I'm baking a cake for the family for Christmas.
And I bought Vicky's present today. But it doesn't feel very special. So I might...
oh wait, I just remembered what I actually wanted to get you for Christmas so the top that I just picked up doesn't count.
I'm going to run now.