elisekatelin

Today was the worst pre-Christmas day ever. My aunt's dog finally died after a year of being sick, and I don't think my aunt is handling it too well.
Also, my friend Everett, who I did cameras with at the Avalon, died. I don't even know how. It was last Wednesday and I had to read about it in the paper. What's the fucking point? Christmas is going to be horrible this year. I just want to go away where nobody can find me. I can't even stand to stay in town this year. I feel like crawling out of my skin.