Welcome to December
I'm going crazy. I'm going absolutely crazy. I'm out of sorts. I want to be in England. I'm feeling more and more like I fit in less and less. I feel like I'm bursting. I'm dwelling on things I shouldn't dwell on. I feel like everything's going to come caving in. I don't want to be here. I can't figure any of this out.
Every year. Every year at this time.
"I think there's something wrong with me...I like getting presents, sending cards, decorating trees, and all that. But I always end up feeling sad." - Charlie Brown
Every year. Every year at this time.
"I think there's something wrong with me...I like getting presents, sending cards, decorating trees, and all that. But I always end up feeling sad." - Charlie Brown
And I'm caught off guard every year. I don't understand. But I don't like it.
