no.

No ma, I don't want to go out. I don't want to see people. I don't want to reach out anymore. I don't want to hear stuff, I don't want to see stuff.

After a lot of invitations, she agrees.

It's my stubborn self-punishment for not being able to do the things I want, and since i'm undeniably spoiled, here I am and this is it.

This must be denial, still.

Oh, holidays.