Double Zero Nine.

How did I start this year?
Ill.
Again.
...and angry.
The last few seconds of last year and the first half hour of this year, I was angry.
I sulked.
My brows were furrowed.

Bastard Bitch Family.
(Lol).

Last year was an absolute nightmare.
Anyone who knows me knows what a shit year last year was for me.
Eight Deaths.
Uncountable hospital visits.
Friendships and ties lost and broken.
Losing Motivation and all the good stuff she brought.
The reappearance of my good old friend Depression.
...bearing gifts of Acne, Eczema and Grease!
- No. Not the musical.

Any fool would say, "I hope this year's better."
...but I'd hope that I'm a fool no more.
I always jinx myself.
It always happens.

However, I am hoping that I'll be able to cope with whatever shit's thrown in my face better than I managed last year.

But, hey, not all was doom and gloom last year.
I saw Backstreet Boys last year.
I went and saw the Yellow House (the one on the M32).
I fell in love with Paris.
I worked with the most amazing people last year.
- both, the children and the adults.
I finally started Yoga!

...and I'm sure there'll be stuff like that, this year as well.
I mean, I'm starting Belly Dancing next week!
How cool is that?!

Oh, and my new job that I'm starting in a fortnight's time?
It pays a grand a month!
...and it's not a bad job, I quite enjoy it!
Yes, I won't be able to wear my cute cute skirts, but, I can wear my PJ bottoms and slippers if I want to.

I'd hate to be a cliché and write my "resolutions" or goals for this year.
So, all I'm going to say is, 12 months is a long time.
Anything can happen.