New Year.

I remember when i was young how excited i would get during the countdown for the new year. I was so excited because of all the fireworks and performances i'd see on TV. How disgustingly naive.

As i grew older, i came to realise what a new year actually meant, and realised that it's nothing to celebrate. Because a new year represents another year of s***. Another year of school. Another year of putting up with teachers. Another year of living with these... fiends that i call my family.

So last night, as the clock struck 12 and my best friend hung up the phone after wishing me happy new year, all i did was send out 2 text messages to the other 2 people who mattered to me and hoped that they would have a better year... As the neighbour below me continued partying, i just sat here at my desk and "celebrated" the new year by playing unreal tournament with 17 other bots.