Another year wasted, another 365 days gone. Another sleepless nights and unspoken feelings. The year ended and I don’t know what’s the point of defining life by days, week, months or years. It doesn't matter since we don’t really achieve anything. Yeah, we could do some stuff, get some work done and more shit together, but after all, we are just humans. We are weak and vulnerable. We hope for the best every New Year’s Eve and fall off hard, even a day after.
2012 wasn't so good to me, not even 2011 or 2011. We question our existence and blame our parents for bringing us to life. I don’t expect a year to be good to me. I don’t like me either. I have hurt people, lied to others and let down some. I am not perfect and I am full of flaws which define me.
Yes, that’s what defines me; my flaws and insecurities.
This post was supposed to be about 2012 and the upcoming ones, but I don’t know why I started ranting..
Anyway, I don’t believe in wanting a year to be good to us. Life is not good to us, so will a year be? See? Now, shut up and stop writing tweets and statuses about that.
Do things and regret them. Kiss 2012 goodbye and raise your middle finger to 2013 because it’s not about “years”, it’s about other little things.
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