
Beep bop boo,
I love you.
I'm hating everything right now. Christmas wishing to be a more impressive person is just a tactful way of hoping that you stop loathing yourself soon, and ideally not because you've just grown tired of it.
My real Christmas wish was to be best friends with Chynna Clugston-Major anyway.
The worst part of the holidays, really, was the pressure to produce love and affection on the spot for people I generally don't feel much for. All those phone calls I'm obligated to make, and really I just wish my dying grandparents would stop sending me money because I'm naturally averse to reminders of my own mortality and we really don't have much in common in the first place.
Ha, that was terrible.












