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I really hate the holidays because they remind me of how much my life fucking sucks. to the point where I can't even run from it. I hope I die before next christmas.

I am so deeply envious of those people with cookie cutter families where they wake up early on the holidays to have breakfast together, then open presents, then go to their grandparent's home to celebrate again. we don't have a dining room, or living room for that matter, it's a joint room used as storage. I can't blame my dad. he's hardly home, so I guess we have no need for either of them. I just wish he didn't have kids if this is how he wants to live. living with my mother is far worse of an option though. not willing to get into that.

happy holidays to those who celebrate <3