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ok, so we all know that i don't like christmas. why? cuz it's commercial, it's overrated, and it's yet more proof of the hypocrisy in religion. how? "oh, you need to celebrate this holiday and praise the birth of our saviour and prove how generous you are as opposed to everyone else in the world. even though jesus was born in the summer, we're still more right and better people than you" blah blah blah. forgive my for my cynical view on the holiday, but it's just not the same now that santa isn't around.
anyways, onto a reason for me to hate this time of year even more. well, forgive me, i guess it's not the time of year i hate; it's the everyday people who have to ruin my day during ANY time of year that has got me down today.
anyone remember how i used to always b***h about my dad? yeah, well now he and his brother are being dicks to me. i mean, when i came home after partying, it was no big deal; all was forgiven. oh, but TODAY, i went to my cousin's house and was just talking with my cuz and my uncle tells my cousin to tell me to go home. see, my uncle has this inexplicit newfound hatred towards me, and instead of telling me that he doesn't want me around, he bugs my cousin and tells everyone to escort me home or something just so i won't hang around. it's my FAMILY. we're ******** HISPANIC. in case he missed, like, one of the biggest heritage traits, hispanics are very close to their families, so for this to keep happening to me is RIDICULOUS!
then i get home. my mom asks, "why are you home so early." i reply simply, "cuz dad's brother's a hater." then my dad starts texting my uncle. i had originally thought it was because he wanted to know why my uncle was such a douche all the time. sadly, i have no idea what they talked about. all i know is that after an hour and half of sitting in my room and chillen, my dad starts yelling at me for EVERYTHING i say! no lie! i'm not even exaggerating. my mom asked me what i wanted for christmas. i said a bike. she asked why. i reminded her that mine got stolen.
then DEAR OL' DAD WALKS IN. he starts yelling about how irresponsible i was, how i can blame NO ONE else. hello, it was my money that i bought the bike with; he lost nothing. i'm asking for my ONE gift to be the cheapest bike that they can find at walmart. i could ask for expensive video games, i could ask for a new tv, i could ask for a trumpet, but no. i ask for something nice, cheap, and very useful since everyone always gets mad at me and tries to kill me every time i ask for a ride in the car.
this is such ******** bull s**t. "it's the time of year that family gets together and shows love." well shove that load of bull up your a** lifetime. shove it disney. all those holiday specials are LIES. holidays only mean i get two weeks off of school. holidays only mean i get to hang out with my family that goes back and forth between hating each other, more time for me to question my mental stability, and more time for my life to yo-yo between getting better and getting worse.
happy holidays losers. ******** me.
 the_forgotten_thought · Thu Dec 24, 2009 @ 04:29am · 0 Comments |
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