You know what?

I think my New Year's Eve celebration is about to flunk again. So much for one HAPPY new year, huh? My parents are fighting over a such a petty thing. Unreasonable. Terribly unreasonable like two little kids. You know what? I felt so damn pissed minutes ago. Now? I just feel....empty. Indifferent. Apathetic. Cause really? What was I expecting?

2011, my love-hate relationship with you was interesting. Thank you. I'm sorry. I don't know what to say anymore nor do I know what to do.


Great. Now I have to settle with my mom's less than average cooking for dinner since they're all so grumpy and mad and just damn unreasonable to go out to some decent restaurant for good food.

If it isn't my own dysfunctional self, it's these two. I'm caught in the middle again. Damnit. Why am I always caught in the middle? I want to hop on some vehicle and zoom all the way to my cousins' house for some dose of merriment because this house is lonely and dreary and DEAD. Just damn dead.

Better yet, I want to sob deep heaving sobs. How great is my life?


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