I'm going crazy.

Hello all. I leave for Broken Hill tomorrow which may explain the above statement. I have been running around for the last week and a half buying Christmas presents, organising stuff around the flat, and trying to catch up with everyone before I leave. Now, I'm broke, exhausted and remembering the many reasons why I don't want to go back to Broken Hill. I won't get into all the nitty gritty reasons here... But I will say that Broken Hill is a black hole that will suck you into it's grasp, suck out all your hope and enthusiasm until you are left as an empty shell with uncertainties about if your soul is even worth keeping... Or if it's even there.

And I'm going back there. To watch all the fun family politics, the backstabbing, the muttered comments, the complaints and disgusted commentary about how they should have put more thought into what they gave us, and then wind up with something that I don't want or need because none of my family listens to logic. I then have to watch everyone pretend to be nice to each other (hiding it very thinly) and be put under the microscope because I went into the real world (if you can call Adelaide that) so therefore know more, and then ignored for the exact same reason...

Can I say I really don't like Christmas?
Happy holidays everyone.