So I got a pair of stockings, $20, and chocolate. From my family? No. Or course not. I left my house on the 24th, and as soon as I get back I'm going to be bitched at about how I ruined christmas yet again. Because that's totally it. Me. That's what I do. I fuck everything up for my family. Not my fucking borderline schizo mother, not the horrible place we live it. It's going to be me.
But you know what? This is so fucked up and stupid, I'll just take it and be cheerful like I do every time she gets like that.
Yeah, merry christmas to everyone else, too.