I hate New Year's Eve.
It's a dreadful holiday\celebration that does nothing but remind me that each year I'm in the exact same place as I was the year before.
I'm bitter this evening, as I am every New Year's Eve.
Damned if I go out and get to see the lovely reminder of being 26 and single, or I can stay away from that and stay home and once again be reminded that I, Emily Boedeker, still don't have a person to celebrate with at midnight.
Good freakin' riddance I say.
Even then, its better than going out and drinking too much and then trying to drive home when the cops are working over time to make sure everyone stays safe.
I have no words for how I feel this year. You would think after 5 months of dating someone, he would want to spend new year's eve with you... but no.
I'm done. So freaking done.
I'm ready to run away, be gone for a long time again. I'm mad at myself because I've forgotten who I was when I came back from my trip this summer. What happened to me? I came back and BOOM, met a man who I honestly thought was the ONE I was going to marry. I'm a freaking idiot. Good RIDDANCE...
Screw New Year's. I hope yours was better than mine.
