If you like everybody, your friends don't feel special

I have a lot to say, which turns into nothing at all because it becomes overwhelming when I try to type it. Thanksgiving tonight. My entire program is eating together, which sometimes is a pleasant experience and sometimes... shit I can't say what I was going to say. It's not mean, it just sounds too angsty.

I finished Slaughterhouse-Five. Vonnegut always wholly depresses me. Why do people always say he writes comedy?

My brother and dad are eating Thanksgiving dinner alone. They got food for eight people.

I try and say: this isn't how I am. But I get worried that it is.