Day Two: Christmas Eve | letterstothesky's Blog

Stilm my hatred grows for Christmas. I hate "quality time" with family. Like they actually care. Pssh, no. Its family. I see them a few times a year, and they ask the same questions. Joy. Im probably going to go home and take a heavy dose of Nyquil. Sleep through the holidays. My mom told me were having our Christmas late. So when I wake up tomorrow they're be no presents. Im still considered a child, and a child without present is...just not right. Family, something I dont like or will ever understand. Without these events, we'd be strangers. We pretty much are! We know names, faces, families, mayb ages. Other than that we dont know anything. They dont know about my depression or suicide attempt. They dont know I cut myself, welk USED to cut myself...they hardly know anything. Family is just people I see a few times a year. And frankly and honestly I wish it was less than close to none. Safe to say.....Im not a family peraon and I never will be. Id rather spend Christmas by myself playing video games, smoking up some weed, drowning in alcohol, or perhaps just chillin with friends, doing all the above.
Happy Holidays, friends!