Jolliness, bravado, smiles.. Christmas.
Ignoring the elephant in the room.
"p*** me off" isn't right. It more makes me feel odd and hollow.
My Aunt who is so strong has secondary (thirdary?) cancer and being amazingly brave. Everyone is being brave.
The atmosphere is peculiar, but what is the alternative? Sulking, wailing and defeat, I guess..
Parents should be immortal, my cousins are a year or two younger than me, I'm only 23.. I cannot imagine how it feels.