index | archives | notes Friday, Dec. 25, 2009 10:16 a.m. << [ Punt ] >> Christmas lasted twenty-eight minutes before I left. My little brother called me a cunt and when my mother tried to tell me I shouldn't be upset, I started to cry. I don't want to be around it anymore. It's negative and painful and I fucking hate it. So I told my family I was going home, and I fucking left. Merry Christmas. Hope yours is better than mine. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org