Potential news headline, “Local woman smashes Jollibee statue with sledgehammer in Christmas rage”

This time of the year is fucking hard for me. I’m just going to come right out and say that I dread this time of the year.

I found myself in a Jollibee parking lot last night eating the skin of fried chicken. It was one of the lowest points of my existence during the last month and a half. It was also my first and last time ever going to Jollibee. I don’t even like fried chicken. I felt like punching the jolly looking bee as I glared at him through my windshield. His face makes me angry.

I just feel that I am going to snap and the bee will get it. Yes, I am a weirdo. Don’t act so surprised at this point.

It’s dark. It’s cold. It’s painful. I just want to go to sleep and wake up after Christmas. I’m off work for 14 days around Christmas and New Years. I need it now more than ever.

I have a hike planned on Sunday and a day planned at Thermëa Spa coming up soon. I’ve been journaling a lot, drinking lots of water, taking my vitamin D, and reading. I have good self-care on the go. This time of the year is just fucking hard. It is what it is and this too shall pass.