So. I am at the old folks place. The same feelings as usual starts to creep on me. I'm happy to be here but I feel terribly lonely. Not as bad as last time. I guess it feels better this time because I don't really have anything to go home to, right now.

Got basically nothing this christmas (apart from the stuff mentioned in an earlier post). And that is totally fine. I didn't want anything. I got nothing. Cool. It actually feels good to just get it over with. I got a pair of sweatpants and some skull band aids and a hippie book. Sweet.

I'm so tired. And stressed out. And bored.