05 had been a bitch. She kicked me in the ass, made me fall and scratched my face against sands. She took from me, the very thing that other girls can be proud of. I walked on till the end, and now I say, “Fuck you.”
I don’t know whether to look forward to 2006 or take it as another passing year. What’s there to look forward to?
New resolutions? I say, fuck it. Year after year, I begin the year hoping I can be holier, lovelier, slimmer, “nicer”, more mature/sensible/sensitive/compassionate yada-yada. And year after year, I end my 365-days cycle as the same person 365 days before. I realised non of this “changing-to-be-a-better-man” thing made me happy. I just wanna be happy - happy with myself - even if it means avoiding things and people who’ll make me unhappy.
New friends? (What fre..?! Everyone do things for their personal benefits. That’s not to say I do not believe in friendshit; I just don’t believe in true friendship. True my ass!) New opportunities? New experiences? New…
Argh, fuck it. Just gimme my pay, I wanna go shopping.
I’m only looking forward to new things now. At least they make me happy for the moment.
