Weekerrr. Christmas, blah. Odd this year, didn't feel like it, really.

I'd have preferred not to get as much as I did because I just...there's some of it that I intensely dislike and I've had to keep it, put it somewhere and possibly use it in the future. It's like...if you didn't know what to get me, I'd have preferred that you didn't get me more than a card; because I have to fake looking pleased and I don't like lying.

I've spent the last two days in somewhat intense pain too, so I am not a happy bunny. I got a lot of chocolate though, so that thought might sustain me for a while. Not eating it, though...just knowing it's there. And we had people to visit - my aunt and uncle from England - and I was having an introverted spike. Did not want to talk to anyone. It's not anyone else's fault (well, not directly), but my mother was annoyed that I was 'being a bitch'. Really, I'll tell you everything; just not now. Not at Christmas.

Next up! New Year's parties, oh god. Either having one of my mates round (could be awkward), staying in on my own (depression, also a waste of time), or going somewhere with my parents (awkward again).

You know what?

If I do something wrong, I'll find out for myself and I'll accept the consequences of that.

Please don't excuse yourself by trying to 'protect' me; stopping me, hindering me is making me worse.
( Gender? Fucked. )