To add to the angst (but this time, Christmas angst)

1. Winter Break Turns Into Winter Pause:
Like I said before: I have to spend Christmas at three different households. If I don't, somebody turns petty and I have to listen to it until June.
Story: One time, I chose not to go to my dad's for Christmas because I just wanted to relax, and so my Lola put everybody's gifts for me into a box and shipped them to me with a note of the top that said "Because your mother just hates to drive anywhere, apparently." And I wasn't allowed out there for 2 months.

2. Merchandepression:
Okay, so why is it that everyone else in my family can make three page long lists with random shit on it along with all the Mossy Oak and Harry Styles and Dweezil/Frank Zappa and Big Bang Theory and Rick Springfield merch in the world, and they get 80% of the merch that they ask for, but when I ask for YouTuber merch, I get 1-2 Pop! figures out of the 8 that I asked for, Sharpies instead of the watercolor markers I asked for, books that my mom got me Cuz she wants me to read them for school, and a shirt that I thought was official NWTB merch, but instead turns out to be a black T-shirt from the store that my grandma took to my cousin and told him to put NateWantsToBattle's logo on it because she "was not spending $30 on some stupid damn T-shirt"?

3. Happy Belated Birthday...:
I HATE when my birthday is!!
I always have and always will.
If you didn't know, my birthday's December 27.
It's quite easy to forget when it's 2 days after Christmas.
Ask my friends.
Some of them have done it 7 years in a row.
One of them has done it 16 years in a row.
I even share a birthday with two friends and those two friends didn't even wish me a happy birthday.
Last year, only my close relatives (grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents) and one friend wished me a happy birthday.
The earliest I had friends wish me a "Happy Birthday" after my birthday passed was January 22nd, And they thought my birthday was January 22nd.

Yeah, December turns into "Dark, Cold, Depression" for me.