christmas + family = joke.

um. i was good all day. i say one thing. and OH im the freakin bad guy victoria is crowned high princess and of course she makes a scene and King daddy goes and hugs her and cuddles her. typical. and i should be used to it by now. he doesnt really love me. if he does, he does a shitty job of proving it. and when i SERIOUSLY HONESTY tell them how i feel, its a joke. they DONT care. im alone in this house, and they dont want to show me any affection unless im the perfect model child. well in the words of the vines, F.T.W. and all it's ridiculous holiday "spirit". it doesn't mean anything to anyone any more. I dont care what anyone says, even if you go around proclaiming your love for jesus, its not about jesus being born anymore. its about trees, and gifts, and all the commercial garbage they put out. you get sucked into the very merry christmas vortex of malls, and online shopping. On black friday, they TRAMPLED a man to DEATH, because they wanted to buy christmas presents. greedy. oh well. merry christmas to all, maybe my christmas spirit will improve tomorrow, if it does, it'll only last for a little while, until my parents will choose to BLAME me again. its so awesome, i always dreamed of being yelled at my whole life.

now they just laughed at me crying. doesn't that make me feel special.