And I still hate this day, even after a good year.
Hate the fact that I don't have a family party to go to.
Hate the fact that I can't stand the idea of going to a party in a family that is not mine, because I become anxious, and sad, and envious in a way I can't really illustrate.
Hate the fact that this has become, over the years, the loneliest of days for me.
At least, it's only a week a year and then everything goes back to normal... and where loneliness is not a sickness.
Or not as much...
zely:
:(.... va dans le vieux port ya un party !