It wasn't a bad Christmas, but I did the usual walk of shame back to my room with the gifts I got. No crying or anything, though. It wasn't even disappoinment. I just didn't really like myself.


If I wrote about what I feel like physically I'd just end up sounding like a girl, which would make me feel even stupider, and pretty much wouldn't make my mood improve much more. Yee-haw.

I miss you, lady. I love you.