So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young




A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear


And so this is Christmas      War is over
For weak and for strong       If you want it
For rich and the poor ones    War is over
The road is so long           Now
And so happy Christmas        War is over
For black and for white       If you want it
For yellow and red ones       War is over
Let's stop all the fight      Now

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas      War is over
And what have we done         If you want it
Another year over             War is over
And a new one just begun      Now
And so happy Christmas        War is over
I hope you have fun           If you want it
The near and the dear one     War is over
The old and the young         Now

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

War is over if you want it
War is over now



ARTIST: John Lennon and Yoko Ono
TITLE: Happy Christmas (War Is Over)
Lyrics and Chords

Girls rule - boys suck.

that's what I've decided after my last visit home. Why is it, when you go home, no matter what you do, you end up reverting to old patterns? Even if you really aren't that person anymore, or even if you don't feel that way. Sometimes I love going back to MN, it's good to see friends and family, but I always end up frustrated and angry. I think it's because I let old shit take control over me and then I don't really know how to act. I know who I am. Why do I always let 'strong personalities' push me around when I am there? Why do I let them dictate who I am??

*sigh* why am I such a wuss?

Instead of dealing with what I am actually upset about, I bottle it up and get upset at the wrong person. Why? Why is it the one person who I actually want to tell to go to hell, I can't? Maybe because he is left over from the time when I actually felt, the time when I didn't hide behind so many baracades and walls. Maybe because when I'm with him, I actually feel. It's not fake. Granted, it might be ANGER that I feel sometimes, but it's something. it's solid. And I'm scared to talk about it, scared to admit it, because then (just like before, just like always) it too will go away. Is it better to stay within my own emotional hell then to admit the possibility and lose it? Why am I so scared to lose touch? Why am I scared to delete him out of my phone? What does it mean?

I don't know. How can I be angry at someone when I've never told them how I feel or how they make me feel (good or bad). How can it be any different?

PS - why does my head look so strange in this photo??