You know how they say, "you can't live without love"? Well, oxygen is even more important.

For the past two years I've really started to hate holidays. There's just something about them that makes me feel sad. Well...more sad. Christmas, Thanksgiving and Halloween particularly, each for their own different, but similar reasons.

I mean, I never really liked the family get together crap, but especially since my grandmother died I can't stand it, it seems pointless, and I refuse to be fake about it like everyone else.

But no, that's not really the reason I don't like the holidays.
Until today I hadn't even realized how sickening a lot of the Christmas songs were.

Red and green, red and green, wonder what it really means...