The Eve of Christmas
My mother is in town, not to excited about it and I feel bad because of it. I love my mother, but damn if I am not still angry at her. Getting together with the whole family tomorrow, not looking forward to that either. We aren't a close family really, and it's only lately that I have come to see this. I wonder is this my depression talking or a reality of which I didn't want to see, maybe a bit of both.
I will go, put the happy face on and endure it until it's over. That's sad when I think about it though, having to endure Christmas with the family but what can I say, at least I'm being honest with myself.