Well I hope I don’t grow up to be as bitter as you. I gave you your Christmas presents and you put them off to the side and said you’ll get to them later. And now you mumble and ramble and sing in misery to yourself. Merry Christmas mom. Merry Christmas. The love feels great today.

I’m really just happy that after dinner with my grandmother I’m heading out to throw rocks at trains with Bec, Lila, KJ, Mike and such. We’ve gotta make Christmas better for each other, fuck depending on blood families.