Warning: Adult language to follow….
Don’t even ask me where it went, I’m not sure. All I know is it’s ending pretty much where it began. It’s been a lot of ups and downs for me, and hopefully next year will be more ups.
I am still working on cleaning up my room. I hope somewhere out there someone is proud of me, this was my floor about a week ago:
That’s the clearest the walkway has been since I moved in and I promise I didn’t shove it all under my loft bed. I actually got rid of a lot of stuff, though there is still more to go through.
I am back on the job hunt again, I got “laid off” sort of and naturally right at Christmas. I got a severance out of it, but it wasn’t enough to last given I have a thousand bill collectors, including a hospital that didn’t bother to bill me until 6 months later. Plus my car is never reliable.
So where the hell did 2014 go?
I don’t fucking know, and I don’t really fucking care. River sums it up nicely for me:
I shouldn’t constantly feel like I’m having a damn panic attack.
Merry Fucking Christmas and Happy Goddamned New Years.