new year.
great. new year. i always kind of dislike them. of course, they used to be filled with happiness and new and excitement - but then i grew older. things changed.
i have a list of resolutions for the year 2008 sitting on my desk in an unused reporter's pad. i tackled the issues at the time: trich, being open, making friends, liking myself, etc. and, yes, they did seem to fade as the year started. but now i'm kind of back in that rut, not as bad as before but still pretty awful.
well.
so i don't know what my new resolutions should be. 2011 started off pretty glum, so i doubt any promise i make to myself will keep. i don't make effort. that's just how it is. so. square one. where to begin?
let's start by spacing twice after each sentence, shall we? heehee.
i'm not sure that i should say anything about being open and not being araid. that might even backfire on itself, you know. it's not something i can consciously change, anyway, so it would probably just end up being one of those things where i only feel wrse because i can't check it off the list. so that's a no.
i'm not sure what to do about writing, either. in a way, that also has to do with being open... everything is affectd by that, now that i think about it.
but i'm writing a blog post, not exactly a train of thought post. so.
this really has no point so i'll just go ahead and press send and think about what more to write about later on.