Okay so how was my xmas eve? Great I guess I'm supposed to say. But you know what? It sucked. Just really really sucked. First of all, you wake up and what happens? The parents are fighting, yay, how fun. And next? You get stressed and blablabla, and when you get your presents and stuff... Sure. I get happy, of course. I got this 200 GB extern HardDrive or whatever it's called, a TV and a DVD player... a few things from my siblings too... And a perfume. And all those things are from my dad. Since he gives me this tech-stuff... and that perfume was from him too... so what is the result of this? I got nothing from my mother. Absolutely nothing.. and I gave her something. Bah. You know, I told her that I wanted clothes.. and I wanted some makeup... did I get any of it? Nope. I mean, it's not that I didn't get it, fine, it would have been nice to get a perfume from her too, but I didn't. So I got nothing from her and that just sucks. Really. How fun hu? All my siblings got CLOTHES from her. I got nothing.
Damnit. I just wanna cry... pathetic.
[EDIT 6.47 p.m.]
"How about you try on your new shirt?" ... "Does the jeans fit?" ... Yes. Thanks for this lovely christmas... Whatever. Thanks so much for all the presents you got me! Really! You got me... nothing. You gave me nothing and I'm supposed to be grateful? Forget this, I'll stop celebrate christmas.