It's the least wonderful time of the year
There are several times of the year that I'm not exactly fond of - but by far the worst is New Year's Eve. I never have anywhere to go, I never have anyone to kiss, and it just feels like a harbinger of another year of impending doom and depression. It's really not the wonderful, fabulous, celebratory gift that everyone else seems to get. I know I must be missing something - it's my natural curmudgeonly nature I'm sure, but Shim Cities aside, I can't actually remember a decent New Year's Eve. All my hopes for New Year's Eve, however small, never amount to anything - they never come to fruition, and yes, it's most likely my own fault but really, nothing makes me feel more desperate, depressed, alone and empty than New Year's Eve. Current Mood:
This year is no exception. I'm alone, depressed, and have no-where to go this year. I didn't get what I really wanted for Christmas - and it doesn't look like I'll have it for New Year either, and I think I'm just gonna aim for bed before midnight.
Happy New Year folks, better get that in now, I'm not likely to be around to say it come midnight Sunday...