Me encanta la depresión pre-festividades en primavera…
e stare qui ad immaginare qualcuno accanto a me..
I fucking hate Christmas. It never fails, but I wind up ruining my life every year around this time.
Bah Fucking Humbug.
Reasons I dont really like Christmas anymore.
1. I lost my grandfather 4 years ago around the holidays
2. I lost my grandmother last year around the holidays.
3. And now for the most recent one exactly a week before Christmas I got a suprise message from someone who hacked one of my best friends. Now I have some asshole hacker threatening to out me to my family.
So I’m spending the week before Christmas trying to figure out how to tell my family that I am trans. I guess there is no more trying to keep it a secret. I think I’m ready to come out and finaly be who I am instead of remaining in the closet which is stressful enough.
Hey. Fuck Christmas.
I hate that people are already thinking of Christmas. Not many people realize that other people have to work for assholes on Christmas Eve and day.
I’m going to be making a new hashtag for this season
It’s going to be #fuckchristmas. I along with some other people am tired of this season being jolly and shit. I haven’t had a Christmas in 3 years. I have work and since I’m in the service industry I want to kill someone. I doubt anyone will see this and give a damn but at least this will mark the genesis of my cause. Fuck this time of year fuck all the shopping fuck all the people #fuckchristmas
It’s fucking NOVEMBER 2 AND PEOPLE NOW ARE BITCHING ABOUT A HOLIDAY THATS A MONTH AND 23 DAYS AWAY!! SAVE THE BULLSHIT FOR FUCKING DECEMBER
“Your DNA test offers you the powerful experience of discovering what makes you unique and learning where you really come from.”
“Learn more about your family.”
“Find new relatives.”
“Build a family tree.”
I know where I come from.
It’s cold and white and Protestant. It’s striving to be better while stepping on others. It’s alcoholism and asylums and generational lies.
It’s hypocrisy. It’s grandiosity. It’s empty.
Marital rape was recognised as a criminal act in 1991. Coercive control was recognised as an offence in 2015.
As soon as my memories began I recognised a sick feeling in my stomach, a tightness in my throat.
I recognised the smallest change in an adult’s mood. I recognised how the temperature in the room could slip.
Let me tell you some things I’ve learned about my family.
Marriage is not love. Home is not safe. Violence does not have to be physical. Silence can be a weapon. Find new relatives? I’m fighting my way out of the tigers’ cage.
I’m “personality disordered”. I have “poor coping mechanisms”. I “struggle with interpersonal relationships”. I’m the fucked up child of fucked up children.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I don’t need a test to show me how close I am to the canker-blackened branches.
First my paycheck just fucking disapeard on payday so i have no money for another weekmy bank and my job dont communicate for some reason
Second my bank fucking sucks they had the check but nothing could be done until it kicks back at 12am wtf.
Third its a holiday all the ppl in payroll and direct deposit at my bank are off till tomorrow
Forth the sewer lines backed up in my house for the 3rd time in 6 weeks on Fucking christmas eve
Fifth alsmost 500 dollars to come and tell me they cant do anything
6th plummers wont be back till tomorrow also no guaruntee it will be done then
Seven did i mention i dont have a fucking paycheck
Eight Got a new dishwasher just to find out its too big and the guy didnt tell me
Nine got a new new dishwasher just to you know have my toilers not work for 3 fucking days
10 nothing for christmas
11 nobody could come over for christmas because no bathrooms
12 im fucking sober which i was not planning on at all