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I hate it.
I hate the holidays.
I hate the fake love.
I hate the fake joy.
I hate it all.
I hate it.
I hate it.
I hate it.

Christmas is a load of bullshit.
At my house, it ALWAYS ends in a fight.
Sure everyone TRIES to get along, but it never turns out this way. We are all happy for ten minutes, and then BANG.
A fight.
And it's for the stupidest s**t too.
Like, my step dad is such an immature b*****d. He gets mad at me for wanting to save this wicked wrapping paper. I was trying to open it slow so I could keep the awesome-ness, and then he ******** starts yelling and s**t at me.
I was like "Listen, just because you don't like how I open my presents doesn't give you a freaking excuse to b***h and moan. Take it easy."

And when we got to his family's house, he bitched at his daughter for parking where other people told her to park, and while he is bitching, he doesn't realize that everyone else is trying to leave the ******** room.
Holy ********.

And you know what else?
My own father didnt' even send me a ******** Christmas card or ANYTHING.
I am so sick of this. He does it EVERY SINGLE YEAR.
i swear to ******** God I am never going to talk to him ever again.



Besides Christmas, I ******** learned that I now have to go see a shrink.
I was speaking to my doctor and telling her how I feel. I told her how I can't find any motivation to even wake up anymore and s**t like that. And how i have been having panic attacks and she asked me all of these weird questions like "Do you ever think about killing yourself". So she hooked me up with this psychologist that will see if I need to take meds for depression and s**t. Wow. Amazing. ********. My. Life.