Christmas

I really hate it when people act like they know me better than I do. Like seriously, "no, you wouldn't". I just said I would so I fucking would okay?!

Gah. Christmas is meant to be a happy time, but all it does is make me depressed. Especially since I'm the middle child, who also happens to be an adult with a birthday in a couple of weeks so I get shit all, whereas everyone else gets tons of expensive stuff. The most exciting things I got today were shoes and wellies. Like seriously? I spent £8 and got myself a better freaking present. I realise this makes me sound ungrateful and spoilt but when you factor in the fact that my brother aka the kid who brakes things simply by looking at them, got an ipad mini, it seems just a teensy bit unfair.

Idk, I don't want to sound ungrateful, it just seems like I matter less sometimes. And then there was the part when my mum spoilt Doctor Who for me. I've been waiting for this episode for months, I missed the beginning, you weren't even watching it, couldn't you have turned the damn tv over when I said I can't watch it yet because I missed the beginning.

I sound like a whiny bitch, but I guess the little things just get to me at this time of year. I guess it doesn't help that I had such a good day on Thursday since the higher you go, the further you have to fall. But at least I am safe in the knowledge that I am going to see Alex Goot in March. Even if I can't insure my car or something, I will find a way to get there. I am going to this concert. Just like I am going to the John/Hank Green event in February, no matter where it ends up being, I AM GOING.

2013 is going to be my year. It just has to be.