Not feeling so Christmas-y lately, even though I did those scrub sets last weekend.
Must be those damn hormones.
It feels sadder, lonelier, emptier during the holidays.
Although I enjoy the shopping, hunting for gifts, doing my d.i.y. projects, I still feel that come Christmas eve, I will be sorely disappointed, and Christmas morning will be spent drying and hiding my tears.
Or maybe it's because I expect too much?
Or maybe the pressure to be happy on Christmas day?
Puede namang hindi masaya pag Pasko diba?
I forgot how it is to be a kid, giggling and excited during Christmas Eve Mass, waiting forever for the Noche Buena, then tearing through our gifts. Christmas was so simple then.
Now I don't have anything to be excited about. If it's anything, I'm kind of dreading the day.
Bah, humbug.
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