If this were my Christmas...

Christmas and the holidays are over so welcome to the fucking real world, sunshine! Where you have to work again, there’s no one to watch your spoilt child at home, you feel tired and depressed and the weather is fucking you up royally. I can’t wait to go back to Sofia and begin again my ritual of smoking-drinking-not-sleeping and actually get some work done. It’s January and it’s the month of shame and regrets so let the new-me-resolutions begin and may all the people feel encouraged and excited about all the things they WANT to do but they will FAIL doing. Sorry not sorry. This is my post-Jesus’-birthday kinda post in which I’ll reveal all this I would have done it this were MY Christmas.

It wasn’t.

-      I would have bought all the books I want on the Sofia December Bookfair.
-       I would have gotten all my friends the presents I know they would love.
-       I would have gone to church with my grandmother.
-       I would have listened to my father more.
-       I would have made my mother coffee every morning.
-       I would have told my sister that high school sucks.
-       I would have walked my dog every evening.
-       I would have put more effort in my internship.
-       I would have done my university work before the holidays.
-       I would have drunk less wine.
-       I would have eaten less junk food.
-       I would have thought about my morals and values.
-       I would have been ashamed of what I’ve done.
-       I would have felt guilty about the shit I’ve caused.
-       I would have been more respectful towards everyone.
-       I would have tried to even understand religion and it’s beliefs.
-       I would have fucking read more.
-       I would have written more.
-       I would have done more.

But I didn’t.

Merry fuckin' January.

Unfaithfully yours, V.