#322.
I've only just realised now that it's incredibly close to Christmas as well as New Years and my plans are massive *raspberry*.
For Christmas, so far it looks like I'm working in the morning, and heading to dad's to be depressed at the fact that I've been nearly non-existent at his place, and no one really gives a rat's ass, because he's found a love replacement. He's taken all the love he's had for my brother and I and split it. Shared it between his girlfriend and her kids, and what I have now is hardly enough to get me by. So that's going to be more than a little bit depressing.


New Years Eve, I will probably be at home. By myself. Doing nothing much. Probably just counting down the hours until the end of an alright year. I guess there's a lot I could complain about, but all those good things would definitely counteract it.


So yeah. Just wanted to discuss my depressing holiday plans with everyone. Is it just me or are my posts getting consistently more boring? Oh, fuck me.

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