Spit it.
My name is Carla. I'm pretty short. I look younger than my age. I lovelovelove colorful and cutesy things. I'm a simple girl who lives in a very complex world. Just meet me and get to learn my perspective in life. Got it? Good.
To be honest I don’t remember when was the last time I thought special occasions were fun. I always saw them as a chore, another regular day. Why? Because my family never got along. Christmas is the time of the year when we’re all supposed to be merry and happy, well that’s how I picture it in my dreams. But fact is, it’s only in my dreams. In reality any occasion including birthdays, new years, and Christmas is just another day when our family is together for a couple of minutes then BAM another tornado in the house.
In all honesty, we’re fake. In front of everyone we’re these little plastic dolls, oh yes what a happy “family”. Not even close. We all live in the same house but we’re seriously more than alienated. I’m sick of this. I wish you’d actually put in some effort to act nice and happy. Just a little? That’s all I ever wanted. I don’t give a shit about material possessions, I just wish that we can sometimes be a happy family. Especially on Christmas when it calls for peace, joy, and laughter or whatever. Christmas is supposed to be the happiest time of the year. Then tell me why I always spend it in my room crying how I wish it could happen to me.
I envy all those families that can laugh, eat, play, and go on vacations together without fighting. At least enough to hold their family together and do something as a unit. I was never family oriented, I will confess but these isn’t such a difficult thing to ask for. Can I have at least one day, just 24 fucking hours where we can be together and have fun? Don’t I deserve that at the least?!
To cut it short all I want for Christmas is a happy family.
