it's ironic. the christmas atmosphere that i loved as a child has a coldness now that isn't comforting. the bright lights and all the pretty decorations bring such sadness when it was something that made me smile so big before. and hearing the countdown to twenty-five on the radio is like marking the days of how time is passing by way too fast when i don't want it to. and i wish there's something i could do to make it all better while i'm making it all worthwhile. but i'm just enjoying the music now. and fearing its end.
11.23.2006
it's ironic. the christmas atmosphere that i loved as a child has a coldness now that isn't comforting. the bright lights and all the pretty decorations bring such sadness when it was something that made me smile so big before. and hearing the countdown to twenty-five on the radio is like marking the days of how time is passing by way too fast when i don't want it to. and i wish there's something i could do to make it all better while i'm making it all worthwhile. but i'm just enjoying the music now. and fearing its end.
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