Okay, I get it. I'm a bad person.
Ah yes. Me. The ultimate satan. I know that I'm not perfect - hell I don't even come close to being good - but that doesn't mean people should be allowed to make those double edged, stinging little comments that hurt like a BITCH after you've had a moment to think about them. You know the type. Everyone has made them at one point - you know, to the person you REALLY hate but can't bring yourself to tell them. Those nasty little phrases that when you say them around other people you look at eachother with that knowing smirk and hide your own cleverness. I don't care if they come from enemies. You expect it from them. But...
I dunno.

Anyhow. I don't feel like sharing my weekend. I have a stress headache that is killing me right now, and I'm trying to keep myself from crying or yelling or acting out.
I'm happy, I swear. I don't like the Christmas play. I don't want to do it. I feel guilty for the things that make me happy, and I feel like i should just be walking around, apologizing to everyone. For everything I've ever said or done. I get it: I'm just no good.

I hate Christmas. The holidays are the most rotten time of the year, and I can't WAIT until they're over.