Good Old Holidays 🎈
Holidays are supposed to be fun and happy and a part of your childhood memories but to be honest... They are so not as good as they should be. The whole time I'm just lazing around in my trackies and over-worn shirts with no makeup and a slowly expanding stomach from all the food I consume and don't bother to work off. No to mention the annoyance that I tolerate from my very judgmental, very opinionated mother about how lazy I am being. Seriously? I know, I don't need to be told. I swear at the end of every single holiday I almost feel glad to get away from my family. It's the first day of holidays and I've already gotten through a whole season of a tv show in less then 12 hours and I don't think that's healthy. Plus I live in the middle of fucking no where so I can cross off walking to the nearest destination to get some alone time off the check list. I just want to not hate being at school and to not hate being on holidays at the same time. Is that even possible? What even is the point of this rant? I don't know. I'm leaving to eat more food and start another season of arrow.