Right now I was supposed to be in Italy with my man and his family, but unfortunately a couple of days before we were going to leave my whole skin broke out, and I wasn't able to leave. So Christmas didn't happened as planed, but then again what goes according to plans anyways?
Here I am in Sweden, on Christmas eve without any type of Christmas spirit. With all honesty I never felt the Christmas spirit being that I haven't celebrated it since my parents got divorced when I was 8. This time has always been dark and lonely for me and I would long for a family to celebrate with.
Today I see that I don't care much for any holiday, and I think everyday should be a celebration. It's almost as if these holidays, makes us focus on the things we don't have and gives us the opportunity to be ungrateful and greedy. The holidays to me is destined to be a disappointment because you can always find something to be disappointed about.