January 2010
Dear 2009,
At first I wasn’t going to write this letter. Then I wasn’t going to share it. And then I stopped caring.
You were, and hopefully always will be, the worst year of my life. You didn’t even give me breathing room. It felt like it was one hit after another, bang bang bang until I was so blinded by pain that I couldn’t remember what month it was, what day, what moment. ...
December 2009
I can't sleep.
In part, I don’t want to sleep. I want to stay up until midnight tonight, no rest, until 2009 is no more. I want to know that the year is over. I want to know that I can start to put this all behind me.
2010 will be a new start. After 2009, I think I deserve it.
As soon as the ball drops, as soon as midnight strikes, I will burst into tears, and I will be filled with relief.
Pet Peeve: People who talk during movies.
This isn’t your living room. I don’t want to hear your opinion, I want to hear the movie. Thanks.
