This isn’t what Christmas should be like. All the fighting, crazy shopping, and pressure we put on ourselves is so unnecessary. Right now I’m watching my family fall apart miles away and we can’t even be together. Christmas used to be about getting together with the people that you love, sharing thoughtful gifts, smiling, laughing, and enjoying yourself not because of what you got but because of the people you shared the moments with. Now if this is adult life then I don’t want any part in it. But I honest to god feel alone like I’m being punished and not allowed to enjoy the company I want. The feeling of leaving in two weeks is turning bitter, being forgotten, and dismissed. Thinking back to last Christmas and its simplicity makes me wish I could do it all over again. Maybe London is the escape I desperately need right now.
Something about you gives me a less loving feeling, and a more aggravated one
And to think I shaved for this :(
Why do your makeup if you’re gonna cry it all off?
I fucking hate this town