What I say time and time again during the holiday season…
In spite of the struggles, this was a year that taught me lessons.
I appreciate all of the hardships I went through.
I am a better, stronger person because of this year.
I will not make the same mistakes I made this year.
I am glad my heart was broken; it taught me to be more careful.
Without the struggle of this year I cannot appreciate the joy.
I am grateful to have a home and a job.
No, I don’t mind being alone for Christmas.
Yes, it’s great to be an independent woman.
What I really mean…
Fuck this year. I can’t wait for it to end.
Seriously, this year sucked.
I would rather be stabbed in the face than go through this hell again.
I’m not as dumb as I use to be. Hopefully.
Guys are giant jerks and I hate the entire gender right now.
I’m bitter and angry and your happiness makes me extra stabby.
My crappy apartment is crappy and this isn’t what I want to do with my life.
Being alone for Christmas is so depressing that I crash the plans of other families.
Yes, I’m glad I made the decision I did, but I very much dislike being alone. I also hate all of the stupid questions people ask me. And what kind of horrible jerk asks me if I like being alone? Who actually likes being alone. You’re a jerk. Go away.