I know Christmas is a time of miracles and happiness, and it's not about gifts. But you know I'm kinda sick of my mom fucking hating on me...She wonders why I'm like her ex-husband...Maybe cause he's the one who raised me, she wonders Why I get so depressed, maybe I'm sick of being second best....It's hard finding a job, I have apps in all over town, and I either get Overqualified notifications, or I'm not the employee they are looking for....

This yr like all the rest...I was santa, bring the gifts in and tree them... Low a behold Jason has no less then 20, while I looking at all the gifts....Got 1.....1 freaking thing, and As nice a thought a tablet would be....it'd be useless to me on this POS laptop....

I'm not being bitter...I'm just sick of being 2nd best all the damn time. I left to visit my now Ex one Christmas 2 yrs ago, got there the 17th left the 1st.....2 weeks I was gone. Only one who called me at all to see if I was doing okay, mind you it was my first time going anywhere alone, was my grandma, she's the only one who at least tries to see me happy, she's why I try to help out a bunch, but that woman is stubborn.

Either way...Feel free to comment...Even if its to rage at me...

P.s. As I said not raging bout gifts, I'm upset cause 400$ was spent on My lil bro, instead of you know helping me get my new glasses I've need since I was 18, because my moms dogs chewed them up.....