Dec 31, 2009 11:39
There's been a trend among some of my closest friends of having four terrible years in a row. I think 2009 is the beginning of those four years for me. While 2009 has had its spattering of good times, for the most part it hasn't been good. If you've been reading my journal at all you know why it hasn't been good, so I'm not going to go into all of it again and bore you to death with my whining, but suffice to say I'm not terribly optimistic about the things to come. I don't know what the future holds, and this now, more than it ever has before, terrifies me. I don't want to get stuck working retail for the rest of my life and disappointing everyone I know, including myself. I know I'm only 19 and I'm not "supposed" to be worrying about this, but fuck, if I don't worry about it now, when will I worry about it? When I'm old and it's too late?
Anyway.
I don't make New Year's Resolutions because I never follow through on them (except for the one I made last year as a joke to see if I could actually keep a New Year's Resolution -- "Don't date anybody!" -- and lo and behold, I was able to keep it for the first time ever!), but I really hope 2010 is better and that I will not be working in a mall by the holidays next year. Because it was fine to do it once for the experience, but it's something I never need to do ever again. Ever.
(and I am sure that on December 31st, 2010, I will read that and sob quietly)
fuck my life,
new year's