Last year, on NYE, I got smashingly drunk with wonderful friends, cried a lot, and met a boy I would fall in love with and reaffirmed my belief that I’d be able to find happiness in someone one day.
This year, half of my dear friends aren’t going to be present as I ring in the new year and the boy I fell in love with fell out of love with me. I guess you could say there isn’t much to celebrate tonight, aside from having to change the last digit in our year.
But I can’t do that, and I won’t. Because,
“Everything will work out. You just need to have faith that it will, and courage to let it happen.”
Happy New Year, folks.
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