Ah, welcome to twenty-eleven. It's another year, another chapter in the life of me - and everyone around me. I can feel them all get excited for the New Year, but what's so different? It's not like anything's changed this year, nor will it in future years. [Sighs] Actually, that isn't true.
Twenty-ten was the best year of my life, so far. I met a new group of amazing friends, found a boyfriend (and broke up with said boyfriend, but remain good friends), fell in love, dyed my hair, and most of all, I HAD FUN. That's right - a sixteen year old, going through exams, work and the home life of a teenager, figured out how to have fun.
When those fireworks went off at midnight twenty-six hours ago, I felt like crying - it felt like I had gained everything I had ever wanted, and then it had all been ripped away from me in that single moment. But I then felt refreshed - twenty-eleven is a new start, and I have all the things from last year to keep me going. So, what am I going to do?
- Finish my book, for starters. Like, completely finish it. Why not? I need to finish one sometime, why not make it now?
- Tell the person I fell in love with that I did exactly that. I'm a coward, and he likes one of my close friends, but this year, I won't back down. I may get hurt, but it's better than nothing.
- Be happy. Simple as that. I don't want to go around life being mopey and pessimistic. [Sighs] It's so hard to be depressed. I've found everything I want in twenty-ten, and I want that to last - so I'll be happy in twenty-eleven.
Life is about new beginnings - so welcome to 2011, b*tches.