It's been three hours into the new year, and I already feel like crap.

Bitter. Bitter and resentful. Just how I fucking expected it.

Ignore this post completely, it's just me ranting and bitching.

I don't know why people get worked up over this. It's just another fucking day. Another fucking year. It's gonna fuck you over anyway, so why do you care?

Too many things are going through my mind, and I don't really need them. Someone shoot me. Lapsing back into suicidal state, but it's passing, and it's just me tired.

Too tired. Too angry. Too unhappy.

I absolutely love fantasies, don't you?

Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.

Ceci n'est pas la vie.

Have fun.