Blah. I am not starting off this year in the greatest of circumstances. I have a ridiculously annoying and painful cold, one of my best friends pretty much called me an apathetic bitch, and I haven’t smoked all day.

Beginning a new year doesn’t solve anyone’s problems, so why the fuck do we all celebrate it like everything will suddenly be different? I used to make resolutions to be a better person, or to be healthier or more outgoing; they were never realized. There is no such thing as a fresh start, only attempts to mask the shit you left behind the past year while promising to yourself, “Next year, I’ll do better.” Life certainly won’t cut you a break just because it’s January 1, 2012. Don’t expect time to sort out your problems; do it yourself.