sometimes,

I feel like I have to shout to be heard.

the lights never

made it on the tree because it died. Instead, multi-colored hooked candies displayed themselves upon it. I am definitely ready for this year to be over. It was not necessarily a bad year; rather, it was filled with constant change and new experiences. I am still adjusting.

the 'I love you, but I'm not in love with you' lecture

was not on my holiday wishlist nor has it ever been. Santa fucked up. I guess next year, I'll need to include a definition of respectful when asking for what I want.

I love watching

xmas lights with the rest of the lights turned off. Now I need to get some on the tree.