I got red/orange because there wasn’t gold (for Gryffindor) and with all these chaos ensuing I wished everything went back to the Riot! days.
The only upside today was I got I Am Number Four by Pittacus Lore & Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare.
Then dad and I went straight to the hospital because Ah Kong was going into the operation theatre around the time we reached Alor Setar. It’s been the fourth day he’s lying in the ICU ward. I’m just going to say seeing adults cry is just plain terrible. Thankfully, the operation was successful and now it’s just a matter of waiting out the recovery phase.
I’ve been to nowhere but hospitals this holiday. This is getting unhealthy.
I got back at home at around 10pm and everything was so messy and I went into some kind of “stressed out bawling breakdown” because everything was turning out so horrid and I can’t even turn to Paramore right now because it might be adding fuel to the fire. I don’t know what to feel about all this Para-drama. I know I should be supporting them and I am but there’s just some things that don’t fade away easily, you know? It’s inevitable to for the despair and disappointment to surface whenever thinking of them. I hope it doesn’t stay that way for long.
Right. Well, it’s past midnight now and even though my Christmasy mood has long since disappeared into the gutters ten feet below, let’s not forget the presents and carols and gatherings, just to keep despair at bay. Merry Christmas to all and have a great day.