And so we welcome a new year, 2011, a time for thinking back on our last year and thinking forwards to how the next will be far better. At least, thats the theory. This year has been one which I'm not proud to look back on, just as this is the year I look back to every other year and quite frankly I'm ashamed of what little and how much I have done.
Now would be the good point to turn around and say how I could make the next year the best ever, the new years resolutions which let us fool ourselves that we might move forwards. I have never felt so low about myself, my future, my present... I have no aim, very little that I am responsible for and all around me my friends struggle with the real world problems that have yet again skimmed past me and left me feeling numb. I almost feel jealous of their pain.
I'm sorry for ending the year on a bad note, so let's think of what is to come.
Next year I turn 21, next year I will hopefully have somewhere to live and a job. Next year, just a few hours away, seems so long a wait until it starts.
So here's to another year, just like the other year. I hope to be asleep by midnight but the rate I'm going it seems doubtful. See you next year
