I'm sorry I can't hate you, even though you've made it clear that's what you think. I'm not a cold-hearted daughter. I'm not a nasty witch who doesn't care about anyone and stays inside my little world. I don't need you to worry about my mental well-being, because I'm doing better without you.

Christmas has never felt like it's the Christmas everyone else feels. I wish Christmas will feel like Christmas next year. Is it my fault after all?