...and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Except for the girl who was wishing that she could skip the next day.
On Wednesday, I turned 22. I was pretty proud of myself for doing so.
It's Christmas Eve. As I've said before, holidays are hard for me. I can already feel the depression setting in, and--while I'm trying hard to hide it--it's always a difficult thing when you know no one understands. Not one person in my house understands why I'd rather sleep than tear open the wrapping on my presents. But at least everyone I want to spend Christmas with is still here to see it. And at least I'm here to spend it with them.
Merry Christmas, everybody.
Hang on,
Ness
