I don't know what it is about December, but i hate it. Every year my dad comes home to try and make my holidays great, but they never are. For one, i never had a mom who would take me to do things, and when i see all the families ice skating and having fun, i just want to cry. My dad tries as hard as he can but he will never do enough. I love him, don't get me wrong.
Maybe it's the cold. Feeling cold, just makes me feel weird, and awkward. I don't like it when my hands are so frozen i can't even pick up a hot chocolate. Sometimes i feel like my toes are going to freeze off. Christmas of all days makes me bitter, it's the one day my dad has to work. He says there a yearly Christmas project that is do the next day. So than i have no one to spend it with. No mother to cuddle with while i open a single present. I spend it alone. I just open everything alone, and when one pops up for my dad, i just bring it to his office. But this year, they canceled the yearly project. This was going to be different, this was going to be fun.
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