Merry Christmas.

Some people, when handed a miracle, push it away. Why? When perfection stands before you, giving you its heart, why would you reject it? Why would you ever tell anyone that they are worthless, a waste of time? Really, say what you want to say, but everyone has worth, and I can't believe you would think someone who cared for you so much didn't.

I can't stop thinking about the way you sounded last night, and how badly I wanted to wrap my arms around you, kiss your forehead, tell you how much you mean to me, and how wrong she was. Even though you seem to be past it now, it makes me so sad that anyone would say such things. It's so wrong.

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Christmas has been interesting. I met my dad's girlfriend last night and she ended up being sweeter than I could've imagined. After that, the rest of the night was... mindblowing. Still recovering. Today, I woke up around noon and headed to my cousin's house, where I helped my aunt cook (okay, more like, I helped her make a huge mess in the kitchen) and played with Trinity.

While I was there, someone made me a White Russian and I'm thinking that's where I made a mistake. Long story short, got sick, went home, passed out, woke up, feeling better, here I am.

So yeah, Merry Christmas.