A bell. So I figured out why I always get depressed on Christmas Day without fail. It’s not just because me and my dad don’t get on. It’s not that he’s a bad person though. Don’t go thinking that. It’s just because we don’t interact with each other more than a couple of times a year so he doesn’t know how to deal with me (because I am a sensitive creature). It’s not just that though. Tiredness adds more kindling so to speak. So just one tiny spark and that’s it. I’m ...