If New Year’s Eve celebrations are symbolic, then last year’s party was the crowning jewel in a year filled with celebration, ridiculous adventures, and the closest friends I’ve ever had. As 2012 ended, I was surrounded by 20 amazing people at an event that my best friends and I had taken from outlandish dream to reality in 3 days time, and I spent those final seconds in the arms of the boy I love feeling utterly on top of the world.
If New Year’s Eve celebrations are symbolic, then I suppose it’s only appropriate that 2013 - a year of confusion, failure, and loneliness in too many ways to enumerate - ends as it will, with me depressed and utterly alone in my house. So cheers 2013! Good riddance; I hope you burn in hell.