Dreaming Wide Awake
I am both male and female. Call me what you wish.
I live in New York.
My dream is to make a living being a photographer.
I make art.
Hi. :3
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Their house is 5 minutes away…..IF that.
So my mom called him to let him know plans for thanksgiving and he said they aren’t coming but that they will be here on Christmas. So my mom said that because he isn’t coming at all on thanksgiving he better come for the whole day on Christmas.
But what bothers me is that I attempted suicide in July. I could not be here right now. If he doesn’t come to Christmas. Or makes some kind of excuse and comes late or leaves early….I’m done with him.
I’m not going to remind him of what I went through. I’m not going to remind him of the fucking HELL this past year has put me through.
If it doesn’t cross his fucking mind then I don’t even fucking care. He can’t bother to fucking show up to my favorite fucking holiday. The only reason its my favorite is because the whole fucking point is to be thankful for everything. All I have is my fucking family. So I’m already pissed about that. And if his fucking girlfriend pulls a little bitch fit like last year not understanding WHY he should spend time with us I’m done with her. not that she makes an effort to be a part of my life anyway.
Sorry for my rant. I’m just alone and sad and pissed off.
(Source: nerdick-elk)
Christmas Triptych by Matt Loiacono on Flickr.
(Source: architecture-of-happiness)
“The stockings were hung by the reindeer with care…” by CarolynsHope on Flickr.
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Honestly, why?
This morning when you snapped at me and said the tv stays off…..I rarely even watch tv. I just watch prerecorded shit or I watch on my laptop. Yeah, I watched while you were napping….but I was the only one home and awake.
Then later you say we are all going to watch some Christmas shows/movies together. Ok. Fine. But then your PERFECT CHILD wants to watch something….and it’s no big deal. No one else wants to watch sports but the two of you. You know for a mother fucking fact you would have gone OFF on me if I was watching something. Or even if I was just sitting there and the tv was on.
Also, stop stealing my god damn stories. I talk loud enough for Grandpa to hear me. He just gets confused sometimes. You don’t have to jump in and tell my story. Which by the way you always fuck up.
Just fucking stop.
You anger me so much. Mom talked to you on Friday saying that I’m on medication and she doesn’t like the way you talk to me most of the time. You really need to think before you talk. You are my main trigger. Most assholes I can ignore. But you have just pissed me off so much that I can’t deal when you act like a little bitch. I try. I really do try to ignore your little comments and your bitch attitude. But once you keep pushing it and try to put the blame all on ME! Oh hell fucking no.
Fuck you!
X-Ray X-Mas by Nick Veasey
Christmas may be a glaringly transparent consumerist tradition, but Veasey, who specializes in x-ray photography, decided to make it actually transparent. All those years as a kid trying to shake boxes to discern the contents of my presents when I could have just been using an x-ray machine. Man, kids are dumb.
(via: gizmodo)
But I have no clue why.
Hey I made a rhyme.
Go me.
Still want to curl up into a ball and burst into tears.
So. Fucking. Tired.
My mom wants me to stay up until at LEAST 8.
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I wanna sleep.
I don’t like how I feel.
Bluhh.
22 minutes.
Then I can sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
She figures if I sleep 12 hours again then I’ll be up by the time they want to do presents.
Ha.
Good luck with that.
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SO. TIRED.
too cute..
its just a hedgehog with a santa hat and it makes me :D!
