Mandatory End-of-Year Review

It's finally December. I thought it'd never come. 2007 still feels like the longest, best and also worst year I've ever had. I honestly thought I'd breeze through my 20th year with the slightest drama, when it turns out Drama loves me, and it brought Crazy to the party.

I wonder why I always get melancholic during the holidays. Maybe it's just the nauseating Christmas music and decorations which began as early as November, or the lack of things to do so I end up opening my photo albums, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the level of cuteness I managed to reach at age 5, wondering what the hell happened as I got older. It could be the heavy rain and the grey skies we've had lately - isn't that supposed to be romantic or something? Or it could be the amount of birthday celebrations and weddings I become a part of by default - seeing people happy makes me happy which makes me sad because I know there are still some people who are UNhappy.

Or maybe it's just the time of the month and every single thing becomes more meaningful and precious and lovely because I'm an emotional basketcase who can't seem to get a grip because she's fucking bleeding.

Happy holidays everyone!