Overall, this Christmas was a huge bummer. It came way too fast and I had to keep reminding myself on Christmas Eve, that it was Christmas Eve. Christmas Day just felt like a boring sunday. I wasn’t even excited. I felt guilty opening presents. I don’t think I deserved them at all.
All the rain has washed away all the snow, and it’s almost like Christmas never even came. I woke up today with this horrible feeling, for no reason. I also feel like I’m starting to get sick, AGAIN. How?!
But I looove my dear, dear, friend, Ashley for always being able to cheer me up. Along with some coffee and Ra Ra Riot.
Let’s just hope that things start looking up, because I can’t and I refuse to let this break be totally and completely useless and shitty. Sorry for all this information, you probably dont really even care, haha!
But I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and got everything you wanted! :)
“Whenever I can’t sleep, I like to lie in the darkness and pretend I’ve been assassinated. I’ve found this is the best way to get comfortable. I imagine I’m in the coffin at my funeral, and people from my past are walking by my corpse and making comments about my demise.”—Chuck Klosterman (via hazelweatherfield)
“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it. I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, and all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, and my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know, but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me and I am okay.”—Virginia Satir (via brianne1)
“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too.”—The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via brianne1) (via pirouettelove)