It’s like drowning but you just won’t fucking die."
um I guess Christmas is just pretty sad. People’s absences are more noticeable. It makes you notice how much time has passed. It’s cold. It’s dark. Families at Christmas aren’t the families you had when you were a little kid. For some reason Christmas is just linked with this weird sad failure complex. It’s this expectation of heightened joy and achievement that I can’t live up to because Christmas itself doesn’t make me happy. blah blah blah self indulgent typing blah blah blah
i wanna be like katniss cos she’s badass and overthrows the government and doesnt give a fuck about boys