Christmas Day
I think yesterday marked one of the shittest Christmas' of my life.
When my parents broke up a few years ago I often spent the whole holiday season with my mum as I didn't see her much during term time. But, since I now moved in with her I spent the run up and Christmas morning with my dad. I originally was really looking forward to it and had a plan to go for a Christmas walk with my dad then have a nice breakfast.
However, this did not happen as did hardly any of my plans for the day. I thought my mum had cancer, resulting in me oversleeping to be woken up by my dad shouting. We spent the rest of the morning rushing around trying to get everything done before we drove up to my mums.
Over Christmas dinner my 12 year old cousin announced why had i been slicing my arm, forcing my whole family to lie to her.
The rest of the day was spent home alone in the dark waiting for my mum to take me home.
so yeah. merry fucking holidays


















