i wanted was to have a nice christmas.
that just went down the drain.
we’re all so selfish. my brother always on the xbox, me on my computer, my father hypnotized by the television. and my mother, consumed in biting off more than she can chew and when it turns sour, we become punching bags.
i hate loud people, because my mother is like a explosion when she gets mad. she doesn’t mean to hurt us, but when she is stressed, she points the blame finger at anything but herself.
she is over worked, he is overwhelmed, i am underwater.
its to the point where i have no desire for gifts this christmas because year after every year, chirstmas brings a dark cloud into my house. maybe its because three of my grandparents died in december. whatever it is, christmas is never happy.
i just want a happy holiday, thats the only thing i want for christmas now.
my parents are fighting again.
