Diary: New Year’s Eve

30 Jun

New Year’s Eve.  I will have nobody to kiss me on New Year’s Eve.  I will have nobody to buy a present for on Valentine’s Day.  And really, I don’t give a shit about these things, but when the day actually approaches you become like the punk kid who was too hardcore to go to the prom but then gets a little pang of sadness when he sees all the other kids piling into a limo.

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4 Responses to “Diary: New Year’s Eve”

  1. Anonymous June 30, 2012 at 12:45 pm #

    What’s worse is realizing, on Valentine’s Day, that the only reason you’re in a relationship with the person sitting across the dinner table from you is to have someone to sit across the dinner table from on Valentine’s Day.

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    • sylviasarah June 30, 2012 at 7:19 pm #

      And still worse, that the person who is sitting across from you, who you honestly would prefer to be sitting across from over the option of anyone else or no one, would rather be sitting alone. Because s/he’s an ass who doesn’t realize if s/he really would rather be alone, s/he would/could be.

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      • Anonymous July 1, 2012 at 12:08 pm #

        This is why one breaks up soon after realizing.

  2. Cathy June 30, 2012 at 7:30 pm #

    this post made me a little sad

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