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[neverwhere]

Last year, I was standing above the Thames, facing the Houses of Parliament, and cheered with thousands of other people as Big Ben rang in the start of the new year.

This year, I sat on my bed (the only other piece of furniture in my miserably untidy flat apart from the computer desk), holding a bottle of root beer and watching other people having fun on t.v, and when the big ball dropped in Times Square to signal the start of 2004...I just sat there, sobbing pathetically.

That's how I greeted the new year. As a pathetic, lonely failure.

Please don't let me end the year the same way.

Comments

[inblackink.livejournal.com]

Aww, Nevvie - you're not a loser.

You know what I've noticed? The years that I had a great time on New Years turned out to be pretty damn shitty.

But the ones I spent either alone or with a friend or two, low-key, quiet affairs - those have led to the best years.

It's like, if you get the crappy part over with on the first day, the rest of the year has no where to go but up.

:)

[angelislington.livejournal.com]

*chuckles*

I certainly hope you're right. And I shall continue to think you are, unless proven otherwise. Which hopefully I won't. So yes, screw you crappy new year! *kicks in the unmentionables*

[inblackink.livejournal.com]

Good for you, Nevvie! :D

*kicks crappy new year while it's down*

[alabastard.livejournal.com]

It's just another day, it is what you do with the rest of the year that you will remember.

[angelislington.livejournal.com]

I know. I will do great things this year. Or at least, emotionally beneficial things. Which is even better, really. :)