Thanks the heavens Christmas is over, we know it, that's how it's always been. Promises to never have the dinner in which everybody eats at different times at their own pace and try to make the day interesting even though it's exactly the same boring story each year. I wonder sometimes how can I stand this much emptiness. I feel we're empty, our brand name is emptiness no matter how I look at it. Always thankful for the 24th and 25th to be gone for they don't mean anything, just completely another day in which people act in very weird days as if it were the last days of their lives to, I quite don't understand it though. Midnight was stupid, threw a few "bombs" around, worried about almost making the mistake again of playing with fireworks and almost blowing up a car. Excitement gone time to complain about the next days. Tomorrow is great Monday it could be another day of more emptiness yet again and even though it's like a torture it's also an excruciating pain having to do a few things too. What a contradiction, everything bothers me. Do or don't do although I prefer to live buried underneath it all till I go literally derange. I've seen life beyond... it's never a pleasant thing and at the same time I see the truth.  Current Mood:  okay
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