It was the summer of 1999. I was 13 years old, in eighth grade, and horny. I spent my afternoons reading alone in my bedroom, curtains drawn, while outside I could hear my parents fighting so violently that sometimes the&
Watching ‘Crazy’ and feeling depressed as fuck.
My partner says my last post made him sound mean, or me sound hard done by. We aren’t having a tree cause we won’t be here for Christmas and he doesn’t see the point spending money on Christmas decorations when we are going to Hawaii.
So, I don’t get a christmas tree this year, but I just made peppermint fudge with smashed candy cane on top, am watching Love Actually, have christmas lights and a cunning plan…