I hate being miserable for no reason. Not knowing why I'm constantly unhappy is considerably annoying, adding to my unpleasantness. Blech. Blah. Ergh. Roar.
I'm not even feeling very Christmassy either, which is kind of sad. I think it has to do with our lack of a proper tree. We have a decorated fruit tree, but its not the same as having a real Christmas tree that we've gone into the woods and cut down. My parents are getting on in years and my dads been sick, so getting and taking care of a tree really wouldn't work out.
Being practical sucks.
I just want to leave this place; Go to Italy and come back a little happier.