Hello December!

 I was so excited for you when I woke up this morning. I was excited to put November behind me and begin to dream of what 2015 would hold. Now, I don't want to deal with this month or my family, except for maybe like three people, at all. People and their fucking drama and my seven year cousin is a demon, who doesn't listen to anyone, including her own dying mother. I am just sick of this. I am at the end of my rope. I am done with the guilt trips and the demonic seven year old. I just wanted to spend the first Christmas without my grandpa with my family, that's all I wanted. And now I can't even have that without feeling fucking horrible about it.

Lord give me the patience to deal with my family this Holiday Season without having some sort of mental breakdown. I feel my own has run out and I really really need it.

I am hoping I will be able to do some writing. I know the added stress doesn't help, but I need this. Writing and reading fanfiction is my only real comfort these days. It's really sad that fanfiction is the only thing keeping me for losing my mind. But enough about me and my wanting to run away to Wyoming. How are you guys doing?