This time of the year is fucking hard for me. I’m just going to come right out and say that I dread this time of the year.
I found myself in a Jollibee parking lot last night eating the skin of fried chicken. It was one of the lowest points of my existence during the last month and a half. It was also my first and last time ever going to Jollibee. I don’t even like fried chicken. I felt like punching the jolly looking bee as I glared at him through my windshield. His face makes me angry.
I just feel that I am going to snap and the bee will get it. Yes, I am a weirdo. Don’t act so surprised at this point.
It’s dark. It’s cold. It’s painful. I just want to go to sleep and wake up after Christmas. I’m off work for 14 days around Christmas and New Years. I need it now more than ever.
I have a hike planned on Sunday and a day planned at Thermëa Spa coming up soon. I’ve been journaling a lot, drinking lots of water, taking my vitamin D, and reading. I have good self-care on the go. This time of the year is just fucking hard. It is what it is and this too shall pass.
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