I really hate the holidays.
Nothing but a trap to waste my money on "gifts" to ungrateful receivers. I know some people very well and I could get them the perfect gift. Would they like it? Yeah. Would they keep up with it? Sell it? I would never know.
And no one speaks on the royal high expectations from people. Like no, I do not fucking have $457 to buy you a new watch and trending exclusive shoes.
It, also, makes me realize how lonely I really am. All those friends and loving family members disappear off my radar like literally. Off the face of social media, haven't been heard from grandma, just poof.
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It was surprising that nobody was in the Christmas spirit this year. Everyone is usually cheerful as fuck around this time but they were like me on every other holiday.
Maybe because it was a monday. It felt like the most regular, most longest day of 2017, no fucking lie. It was so fucking boring.
December has been a rough ass month. Then here comes the oso depressing New Years feels. Someone pleaseeee let me know I'm not the only one that feels like this.
Anyways— Happy Holidays!
