Christmas is suppose to be about Christ. CHRISTmas. Seriously.
But I can't stop thinking about myself. Why is that?
As I opened my gifts this Christmas, I thought of Christ. And that's a good thing. But the bad thing is... I couldn't help but EXPECT that I'd be getting something extra special this year. And so... I am devastated. Disappointed. Sad. Depressed. Annoyed. Hurt. Lifeless.
I'm giving up.
I give up.
Even my studies suck.
Oh God... you're my only hope. you are my only refuge. you are my only escape. please be my hope. please be my refuge. please be my escape. please...
imcryingmynightaway. evenifitsuselessto. imcryingmynightaway. justsothaticanforgeteverything.
