I'm awake watching a really sappy Christmas movie, bawling because its tender and coughing up a lung. Mark-Paul Gosselaar has the moves, man.
I have had a weird day. One of those days where I'm overly sensitive and feeling like crying and nauseas at the same time. What is that? I wish I could just throw up some stone and not let outside influences affect me so much.
It's Christmastime: the happiest yet saddest time of the year.
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