CHRISTMAS IS COMING, THE GEESE ARE GETTING FAT

And I'm dreading it more and more with each passing day.
I hate Christmas. We all know that. It's common knowledge that I'm a grinch. But this year I hate it more than ever.
I don't want to go home.
Every year it's the same. Presents, food, tension. Between me and her, between him and us. Between him and them. It's always bad, but this year I just know it will be so much worse. Because now I know what it's like not to have to think about that stuff. I know what it's like not to have to worry about who you're going to make angry or who they'll take it out on. I know what it's like to be (relatively) happy. I haven't been this happy in a long time. I smile even when people aren't joking. I smile when no one's looking at me. That hasn't happened in such a long time I'm starting to think it never did.
And now I have to go back there, knowing what this is like. I have to go back and watch everyone tiptoe round the issues and watch my dad do anything but tiptoe round the issues which is just as bad and live by their rules again and live with their problems. And to do that, when I know how it could be, is awful. Worse than not knowing.
And nobody gets it. Everyone's looking forward to going home so much and I am terrified. I actually hate to think about how it's going to be when I go back. It's been three months. Three months in which he's been alone to think and drink and curse us his feeble children. I know how angry he's going to be and I know there's nothing I can do about it but sit and wait for it to come. Of course everyone misses their parents. They miss being pampered and they miss the comfort of someone who loves them so unconditionally and they miss being at home. But we come from entirely different families. And I wish someone could understand how scary it is to have to go home. To leave somewhere so wonderful and go somewhere you know is going to be so horrible in so many ways.
He's already being stubborn, insisting we stay at his on Christmas Eve, even though he doesn't celebrate Christmas and even though we'll wake up at his and there will be no tree no presents no food-- barely even a smile, I would imagine. Just a bare room, a tv, and a man with a jug of wine. A grumpy man with a jug of wine. There will be no Christmas there. I'd be more inclined to yell "Happy Thursday", if I dared to shout anything.
I don't want to go I don't want to go I don't want to go I want to stay here.
I'm afraid.
Of Christmas.

"All I want for Christmas is you." All I Want For Christmas Is You, Mariah Carey

I'm a big girl now.

It's weird, being here. In Edinburgh. At uni. Alone. I feel like I waited for such a long time for it to happen, and now it has. Maybe I thought I would notice the change. Maybe I thought I would just suddenly be a different, much happier person.
And I am. It's so much easier to be up here than down there. There are aspects of down there that I miss- my friends, the familiarity, all those little people who aren't really you're friends but are just people you like to see. But here, I can do what I want. I know that's what every young person wants when they leave home. Freedom. But for me it's different, because at home I was so much less free than most other people. I was always watching what I said, what I did, where I went, who I was with, just so that life could be peaceful on both sides of the battlefield.
I love it here.
I love walking through the Meadows and feeling like it's mine.
I love meeting new people and telling them about myself.
I love letting myself into my flat.
I love cooking my own food.
I love buying my own food.
I love showering whenever I want.
I love being alone.
I love being with other people.

It's not so easy. I still have to fit everything into a certain amount of time. I still have to buy everything myself. But even that feels good, even when it doesn't. Even as my the amount in my bank accounts disappears week by week, there's this little thrill you feel when "oh, that's my rent money", or, "oh yeah, that one was for a blender" (N.B. I haven't actually bought a blender yet, but I've spotted one in Argos for £4.97-- I'm gonna make SO MUCH SOUP!).
I guess I'm saying that, yeah, I have worries. I'm a worrier, it's what I do. But now, at least, they're MY worries, about me and my life. They aren't someone else's issues that I'm being forced to deal with, or someone else's sadness that's being pushed on to me.
It's my sadness, and I can do what I like with it.
So I think I'll scrunch it up, and put it in the bin under my desk.
It's not a recycling bin.

"I'm out to learn more about who I really was before. Yeah, I'm going north." Going North by Missy Higgins

I had an adrenaline rush. It's quite common. You can google it.

I felt like there was something my blog needed, and that thing was a quote from Robert Pattinson as our very own Edward Cullen. When I say "our very own", I mean, mine and Sarah's, that is.
I feel very bookish at the moment. I just bought some more books, because I figured I should get as many as I can before I go to uni and I no longer have the money to buy books. I ordered a second copy of City of Ashes, which I KNOW, is a -bit- of a waste, but let me explain...

I got City of Bones last August, and it's now one of my favourite books. I'm re-reading it now, for like the 5th time. Anyhow, the sequel, City of Ashes, came out in America in March, but has only very recently come out in Britain. So, me being so impatient, I ordered it from America, although it has a different cover to the English version. But the English cover is really so much prettier and it goes with the copy of the first book I have. Also, it's much smaller than the American version which will save me space when I take it to Edinburgh. All these reasons I have to justify my purchase, but it was only £3.99, so I don't really care.
I love those books.

I also ordered Breaking Dawn, which looks to be an exciting read. Although, I read something on the internet which -may- have ruined the ending for me. I say may because it's so ridiculous I can barely believe it happens. You never know though, it may work. We shall just have to wait and see.

Most of my friends will be on holiday for the next week and a half; I'll need something to keep me busy.

"Why? Why? Why exactly? Be more constructive with your feedback." - Hiphopapotamus vs. Rhymnocerous by Flight of Conchords

I'm sorry, guys.

I feel kind of guilty.

Everybody's so excited about this summer, but, to be honest, I just want it to be over.
I know that sounds insane, because we don't have anything to do and everyone's going on holiday and having fun and doing fun things, but I really can't wait until September.
You see, this year has felt like a lifetime. I knew it would be a hard year to get through, being alone and everything, but it has been REALLY HARD. And right now, it's like, there's so little time left. It's the last bit, the home stretch, if you will. But still, it's like twelve weeks, and that's a pretty big bridge to cross. That's quite a bit of time. And I have to spend two of those weeks in Iran. And I'm so excited about Edinburgh, because after so many years of waiting, it's finally here. Almost.
Why does twelve weeks seem like such a long time?
This must be what Abiy feels like, when she has to go through Christmas day, knowing her birthday is the next day.
So I'm sorry, I really am, if I'm not so into the summer.
I'm just trying to get through it unscathed.

"She's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use, she's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you. She's got blood in her eyes for you." -Fake Palindromes, Andrew Bird

I'm seriously considering taking chill pills. Literal ones, not figurative. Except not Kalms; they really freak me out...

I'm just really tired of everything. I want to focus on my exams but I can't, because I have a dad who drinks all the time, and smokes weed, and glares at me a lot. And my mum's just pathetically passive and she lets Taraneh come round and smoke in my room, which I'm sure cannot be good for the books. And I have to apply for student finance and my head hurts and...there's an ant running manic right next to my elbow...

Anyway, my dad came up with this ridiculous suggestion that we cut off all contact with my mother and come and live with him. He said it would solve all our problems, but who the hell is he kidding? It's revenge. Sometimes I wonder whether he stuck around for 18 years for us, or to stick it to my mum.

(That's another thing I need to add to my list of worries: I'm a bitch!)

So Parissa came up with this positively genius idea to placate him, which was that me and her write a letter to my mum telling her how we feel. I was completely against the idea. I mean, it was getting to the point where I was considering saying, "Dad, just give it up, mate."
And last week my dad gave me a four hour lecture on how he already expected me to have had a draft written up. And I'm like "WTF? FOUR A-LEVELS!!!"
But today, Parissa sent me her letter (which, by the way, I'm pretty sure was not written in a state of sobriety), and now I'm thinking that maybe this might be a good idea. I mean, I'm equally of the opinion it's a shocking idea, but still there's a part of me that likes it. Because, despite all the grammatical errors, her letter actually says a lot of good stuff. I'll post it below:

"Im writing this letter because I feel I need to say something important to you both and I think this is the best way for me to communicate this to you as I don’t feel I could confidently express this to you verbally.

This year Yasamin is going to go off to Edinburgh and I am obviously in London. With us moving away I think its important that certain issues are resolved before moving. The issues im talking about are the issues between taraneh and dad that affect us all. Its been 5 years since taraneh and dad last spoke and both me and yasamin think it is time we all tried to fix things and sit and talk about it. We feel weve been somewhat overlooked in terms of our feelings in all this over the concern for taranehs mental health, when its plainly obvious that weve been affected too, and that weve had an unfair amount of pressure put upon us from all sides. I don’t enjoy coming home from university as much as id like to because I know that things are still hostile and just because we don’t talk about the problems, or just because you ignore dad it doesn’t mean him or the issues you have with him are going to go away. All this has made me feel under pressure and has previously caused me to have anxiety attacks. Although Yasamin doesn’t express similar feelings as obviously as I do, she is does show hostilities towards everyone in this family but me, which are in no way coincidental and you’d naïve to think they were just some teenage thing. All this may sound fairly selfish but I just want the weight of this off mine and everyone elses shoulders for good.

We propose a meeting, me, Taraneh, Yasamin, Mum and Dad to try and clarify the issues that have been there for the last five years. As were all pretty much adults now I figured we would be able to do this.

I think that although this letter may sound like were choosing sides I promise you were not, we just want our feelings considered in all of this and action taken for in the long run the benefit of not just me and yasamin but the overall benefit of everyone.

Love

Parissa"

It made me cry. Just a little bit. It bothers me though, that, although this letter is so painful, there's still so much more to say. Keep this quiet. I'm pretty sure Parissa would kill me if she knew I'd posted this.

"I know you're scared, even though you say that you're not"- I Won't Be Left, Tegan and Sara