To put it simply, I realise I do a lot of stupid shit, and even worse, only come to this realisation once shit hits the fan. Maybe it's because I had a repressive childhood? strict parents? unconfined curiosity? the need to always present myself as the untainted wholesome good girl? sheer stupidity? IDGAF mentality? subconsciously seeking attention even though I hate it? Whatever the answer may be, it is no longer relevant since the outcome is always the same: in the end, I only have myself to blame. So yeah, I change my mind about 2014. Instead of finding happiness, I'll take two steps back and work on not being a *insert self-deprecating noun here*.

It is now 2014

In another words, "new year, new me". I've always kind of struggled with this false concept of starting off a new year with a clean slate. In a way, yes, it gives us hope in the sense that we are all starting off the race at the same time for self-betterment, but at the same time, old habits die hard and a new number on a calendar is nothing but some form of placebo, no? At any rate, different strokes for different folks, and I suppose I should be happy that 2013 is now behind me so I can start on a fresh new page. Huzzah!