Mood: Bored, Less drunk ):
Song: Mind Sex - Dead Prez
A new year,
Another year to change drastically,
To lose and find myself.
Another year,
Where you try to tell yourself nothing has changed.
You know,
I'll never openly embrace change.
How do I walk into this year?
Broken hearted,
Bitter. Disgusted at humanity.
Yet, ironically,
I am content.
Depressed, in a sense, but I refuse to completely show it.
It's 2010, according to the EST.
And, I must say,
Hello. Hello, to you,
To the new me I will meet,
To my new friends.
And I must say;
Goodbye.
Goodbye to the old me,
To my friends that will slowly fade away.
Who knows what I'll have,
What I'll cherish and find and long for;
Who knows.
All I truly know at this moment is this --
No matter what happens,
No matter who I meet;
I love you, Brianna Cheyenne.
I miss you, Eric Nolasco.
I'm in love with you, Erik Raul.
I'm ready, for whatever happens;
Though, I must admit.
I have no choice,
Happy New Year,
I hope it'll be worth it,
Because every year so far has been.
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