to him.

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Dear, You.

It's December!

I guess this month makes me pretty happy cause its a season thats all about spreading cheer.

I'm not usually cheerful about anything, so this whole month is an excuse to be happy about something.

Like the fact that new years is gonna be in a couple weeks.

And Christmas is going to happen.

I'm not close to my family, so that always ends up being a little bit weird. They all try to act like everything is fantastic in the whole family.

I bet they are going to ask my dad what really happened with mum.

I'm not doing Christmas with my mum at all this year, I don't feel like pretending to like her after what she did.

There is this thing called divorce if you're unhappy with your marriage, apparently she didn't know... whatever.

Anyway, I should stop making this all about me all the time. I know that this is a diary or something that you'll never see, but it makes me feel selfish even though this is basically adressed to... well, not you.

If you want to tell me about what you're plans are for the holiday, that would be pretty cool.

You could tell me about what has been going on in your life too.

From, Me.