My Christmas

First off, Merry Christmas/Happy Yule everyone! I hope you had a wonderful day.
(There is Cursing in the following text. Sorry if it offends you, but this is how I talk.)

I spent my Christmas at my dad’s house. To most people, this wouldn’t be a problem, but my dad (who isn’t really my dad) is a soul sucking bastard. After the Christmas eve party I went back to my dads house, where I was too spend the next few days at. The second I walked through the door my head started to hurt. It wasn’t very bad, so I didn’t notice it until later when I looked back on my day. It still wasn’t that bad as long as I kept busy. When I went to bed, well, that’s a different story.  My head started to feel as if a spastic dwarf was using a pick ax on my skull. I was nauseous, which really wasn’t helping anyone. It took me almost 10 minutes to Ground myself and put up my Mirror (if you don’t know what that is, tell me in the comments and I’ll try and explain it to you), it was that bad. I couldn’t think very clearly for  a long time, even after I put up all of my defences. I’m fine right now, even though my head is throbbed a littlr. But I’ll refresh every thing tonight and I should be fine. Anyway, I’m typing this on my phone, which is about to die on me. I’ll update you guys soon!
Bye now!

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One thought on “My Christmas

  1. Tabitha Beck says:

    I am glad your Yule and Solstice were so much better, babe.

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