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Last Christmas – Me and my father went to Obando (our hometown) and I got around two thousand something, I can’t remember it really. I visit my relatives there and also my teenage cousins, which I barely miss right now. I was so happy because I got lots of money and I got to see most of my cousins, at least I got to know them, how they are doing and whatsoever.
This Christmas – I got no one to visit, nothin’ to do, and just relax here on the house like a normal Sunday morning. I chatted with Zarah, and other freaks who stayed for a while in YM – I’ll be online the whole day, and damn, I don’t have any money right now. This Christmas is the worst Christmas I’d ever had. I only receiverd two gifts, both t-shirts and my dream Girbaud polo shirt… I love it!
What was happening to me? I’m still fourteen, but I don’t feel like there’s Christmas. Maybe because, I’m torn between my childhood and my adulthood. That’s the big problem of all the teenagers, they don’t know if they would move on, or they would go back. We don’t know what to do, if either we would give christmas gifts to the young ones, or we would be given gifts like young ones. Damn! It’s hard.
“Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.” – Truman Capote
Now, what will I suppost to do? I’d just stay here in the house until the day ends.
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