Thank God for new years.
It's been 365 days [or was it 366]
since the last time this feeling came about.
And it's been 85 days [October 8th, 2007]
since I've felt happy.
And the second half of this year has been so damn
depressing.
It's been such a long December this year,
and I just wanted it to be over.
You have no idea how relieved I am to know that
I never have to go back
to the things I've done
[2007, I hate you].
And I never have to go back
to the things I've done to the one I loved.
I never have to see the rain
falling over Fayetteville Regional Airport,
wishing I could follow him, ever, ever, never again.
And I'm done with the coffee place
and the indie scene.
I think it's way too overrated.
Damnit, it's time to find something that is mine, only mine.
I'm done with the fucking bitterness
and the animosity.
So I wish you the best, 2007.
And a quick "fuck you"
to everyone who thinks I miss them.
[[I'm better off now.]]
Author notes
Hey everyone, I'm feeling hopeful.
I'm about to write something else about how I wish a douchebag guy would love me.
But I'm still wanting him to hug me again.
And right now, I'm surviving on a high. Fuck, man, I made it through another year. And so did everyone else. You should be proud.
