Y’know, I’d love to give all of you a really great update about my New Year’s Eve, and how crazy and celebratory everything was. Or how nice and quiet it was, sitting around enjoying my family. But I can’t, because it was neither.
To make a long story short, it was a suckfest that culminated in a huge family fight about fifteen minutes before midnight, and when the ball hit bottom most of us had scattered to our rooms and were watching it alone.
I really can’t tell if people are mad today or not. Everyone’s been kind of lying low and avoiding everyone else.
It sucked. Second worst New Year’s Eve ever. This year simply has to be better. It has to be.
And I. Need. My. Own. Place.