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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.

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[trukkle.livejournal.com]

*Holds dearest Nevvie softly and sighs*
New year's celebrations were a quick "Happy new year" between dice-rolls down here :) though the geekyness was sort-of the celebrations.

I want to reassure you, but can't think of anything I havn't said a million times allready. You're brilliant. This year get out there, knock some heads together and don't be afraid to be who you really are inside. We all know how great that person is *squeeze*

[angelislington.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I'm afraid I don't know how to be that person inside. She's hiding under so much pain and neuroses and fear, I don't know how to make myself do the things I know I want (and should) do.

Just being here is reassuring, I promise. *cuddles and kisses your cheek*

[trukkle.livejournal.com]

*cuddles back and smiles*
You'll figure her out someday in the near future, we'll all be here to hug and squish you when you do. And again when you decide what to do with yourself