Im sitting in bed with the 2 coolest blankets in my parents house. The oldest of the two was made by a great grandma or aunt for my mother and is next to the coziest crochet blanket ever. Its not soft or fuzzy or anything special but it just has the best aura. the second blanket is the first bedspread my mom bought for herself when she moved out of her parents. Its just a cotton stuffed white blanket with little blue flowers.
I sit here and hate on my life. Its my xmass break and all I can be is the most unoptimistic person in the house.
I guess all I can do is listen to a little Jefferson Airplane Woodstock footage and go to bed.
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