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The first of January is supposed to be some grand time of hope and resolutions. I can't really bring myself to see it that way this year. Things are going to go wrong with immigration, I'll have to leave the country, possibly never to return and say goodbye to the people I love.
So fuck hope and resolutions. Here's to preparing for the worst, getting by on bitterness and spite and clinging to those you love like your world's gonna end.
Because hey, it's 2012. It might.
So fuck hope and resolutions. Here's to preparing for the worst, getting by on bitterness and spite and clinging to those you love like your world's gonna end.
Because hey, it's 2012. It might.