It's disgusting. I am so exhausted, I literally feel out of breath. It was December 22 so a day before school departs. First semester was almost over, and finally. Everything was basically finished: no more homework, no more stress, no more nothing! I was joyful!
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Three days later, it's Christmas! I celebrate Christmas and my crave to see others glad and excited is so sweet, except I didn't want anything this year. Last year, I didn't want anything either. I'm so grateful for everything and everyone. This break is my intermission to motivate myself to strive this year and put more effort into what I've tried to do.
When I think about Christmas, I think about all the joy that was in my youth giving me and expanding all the amazing reactions, ideas, and telling me more and more. I learned more
about the world. But as I grew older, things started fading. My youth crumbled. I don't know why I miss these memories so much--does this present my pain of wanting to experience?
I remember these restless days that gave me the excitement to stay until 11:00 PM. As a kid, 11:00 felt super late and you'd feel like a kick-ass badass kid. Hahah, no, regret right? I remember these key points in my life. I've learned the depressing truth behind things. I've matured, am capable of being responsible, hell, I'm a mini adult!
But what I remember the most is not being as gloomy during winter days, having to sit down on a couch watching Spongebob in a cozy, fluffy blanket with socks on. In general: my life.
The nostalgia of hearing the heater go on in my house makes me go back to my old Winter days and how I spent them.
