Why is it that the best days are always so shortly followed by the worst? Now I am a woman of logic and statistics, I know that surely this can't be true, but it certainly seems to be the case here.
Yesterday was amazing. Work was incredibly fun, we got mcdonalds and everything, and then I spent my evening talking to my friend on skype, having a lovely bath and a cheeky glass of baileys.
Today, however, has not been so good. I woke up to find my alarm hadnt gone off, though luckily I was still in good time for work. But then at work, everything that could have gone wrong did. I won't go into details, since my company might kill me, bit needless to say it was just 'one of those days'. And now I'm with my best friend who is crying over her lost boyfriend, who has hardly been fair to her at all, and me debating whether to tell her that I need a hospital appointment, or that for the past few weeks I have been cutting myself.
Congrats to me, that's the first time I've ever admitted that to anyone. Not that that really counts as anyone. Now, to see what's taking her so long....
02 January, 2011
31 December, 2010
New year
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
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
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