I’m thinking that maybe everyday is the first day of the rest of your life. I’m feeling a bit wierd about tonight. New Year’s is supposed to be this big deal. You’re supposed to get drunk or have sex, or get drunk and have sex, or go to a party, or something. What I really want to do is spend the night in my bed watching movies with a boy that I like and then maybe go out for a short stack and cheesecake have some champagne (or whatever) kiss at midnight and then watch some more movies. What I am doing is going to the same party I go to every year. What makes me feel really bad is that I kinda don’t care that I will not be kissed. I’m not really bothered about my sobriety or my unfilledness. I just kinda want to go to bed tonight like it was a regular night. I’m a poop.
This is me.
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