it's yet another depressing New Year's eve.
somehow, i'm always stuck at home on New Year's eve, and it's horribly depressing. it really is.
and i really hate bad starts, it really ruins everything. like, you wake up from the wrong side of the bed, and your whole day will just suck. so i guess i'll probably have a bad year? heh.

you see all of your best friends and sibs engaging in all sorts of activities, and it's not like you're not invited. you are, but you can't go cause of some fucked up reason, like, you are unwell.
god dammit, i think the big guy up there enjoys playing such pranks on me.

i guess you can just shoot me.