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*.