Random journal (7)

Christmas. I've been trying to write something about it for hours to no avail. Nothing comes out. As if I had nothing to say. Well, after five years in blogs, pretty much everything has been said and done. There's no point in going again for the "ten things I hate about Christmas" - everyone knows that I despise this time of the year, starting from the first day I get a "merry x-mas" text to the second day of January, when hopefully all the euphoria is gone and people start walking again over the broken glass of their own lives, realizing that nothing has really changed. Nothing changes overnight, even if it is the last night of the year. The wreckage will still be there by the morning, no matter how hard we try to hide it for the party's sake.


Note: Since I cannot really update the blog - if everything went well, as you read this I'm at my parents, and there I have no connection - I suppose this random, unpublished note from last year is as good as anything to post here right now. Anyway, merry Christmas, or whatever it is supposed to be wished at this time.