Santa and I wish you a merry Christmas.
Those days which are supposed to be fun and nice are going to be
awful and boring but I keep holding on even though nothing's
right in my life. Hating on people isn't a relaxing task but I
won't give up on it anyway. Love me a little hatred.
But how awkward is it when you realize you don't talk to a lot of
people anymore? Well, just as a lot as the people missing the
"Who I'd like to see today" list. And trust me, that's an awful lot.
