Going to get a bit real here.
This year was not my best. It’s been a storm of unending disappointments and let-downs. I’m not going to lie, I may have told myself that I wouldn’t mind dying a couple times. I wasn’t depressed, I just didn’t want to deal with life. I’m bored. I’m tired. I don’t know what I’m doing.
2014 is standing right in front of me, and it always feels like a fresh start. It feels like something is going to change, like something is going to happen to me that will tell me “It’s alright.”
But Christmas 2014 is going to come again, and I’ll be looking back and telling myself “You did nothing.”
It’s a vicious cycle.
Whatever though. It’s Christmas.