It's the 23rd day of December; and as always, the blues are creeping up on me.

They say, people continue to want what they don't have. And, are unhappy with what they do have.

It's not always the case. But, I CAN PERFECTLY RELATE.

I have always wanted a different family. You may think that this is very cruel or disrespectful of me. I can never defend myself and the only way to understand me, just like the way to understand everything, is to picture yourself in my shoes.

So, I want a different family. This could be interchanged with, I do not like my family. It's so twisted that I can't even explain it sensibly.

It pains my heart, really. I shouldn't hate the people that I was born with. This hate is wrong in all angles, but how can I say that what I feel is wrong if it is what I feel? How can I explain that I didn't choose to feel this way? That it was them who caused this negative feeling to blossom within me? How can hating be so wrong?

It's Christmas. This really sucks.