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Jan. 2nd, 2004 04:32 pmLast 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.
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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Date: 2004-01-03 11:14 am (UTC)I miss you so much!
Stupid ocean. *kicks it*
I found part of my return ticket from May, and I'm pretty sure the other unused half can still be used, so there's still a wee bit of hope I can come. I will definitely know in a few days, and you'll be the first one I tell. *smooches*
I think I'm going to try and let everyone's agreement that bad New Year's are actually good for making plans for the year you can keep sink in, because I know I don't want to spend another year in the same mental (and physical) state I've been in. Operation: Get The Hell Out Of L.A will commence soon!
*hugs and kisses* Love you :)