all I can say about this feative season, is that it is gone now. and I cannot determine if I enjoyed it.
also, I can’t seem to figure out why or what I did – its seems to be like everything in the past vague and boring.
I know though its got its lonely bits, its fun bits, its strange bits, its terrible i wish i was not here bits and its got its depressing bits. only i know its gone now – and somthing inside of me says thank you – its actually quite stressfull – because their is so much emotion going on in such a short amount of time – ups and downs and middles – it really fucks around with your defaults and somehow I feel less afterwards. I dont know why, but I know that.
the feasive season is and was part of life – a life unfortuatly defined, expected and difficult for me.
oh and i wish myself a happy new year – because if their is anyone who means it, its me.