Dear Two Oh Oh Nine. I bid you adieu with bitter sweet memories of absolute crap.
You have been by far the worse year of my entire 31 years.
Why oh why were you such an asshole? What did I ever do to you? I rang in the millenium much like everyone else. I didn't follow all the media hype and believed the end of times was coming.
I thought the number nine was lucky? I thought things couldn't get worse than 2008 which brought me a nervous breakdown, the loss of a well paying (yet fucking shittier than hell) job, the death of hubby's mother, various threatening letters from Revenue Canada for fuck ups my accountant was responsible for, and an ex who is less than the dog shit I scrape of my shoe threatening to take away children he has NEVER taken care of since they were born and finally inherited credit card debt from hubby which put me in way over my head financially.
2009. You fucked up asshole motherfucker. My emotional state has suffered the travesties of 10 years in your mere 12 months. My heart has been trampled on, chewed on and spit back in my face. My mind has finally decided that I am going to think for myself now and therefore a marriage of convienence is no longer convienent. You brought me many visits from the psychiatrist and many trips to the hospital for unbearable emotional pain. You made me weak. You made me someone I am not. You made me lose things that were important to me. YOU. FUCKED. ME. UP. Because of you I live my life on a molatov cocktail of drugs that make me appear like a junky and cause erratic behaviour I never had before. Oh 2009, I was normal before you. Well at least functioning normal. So I am happy to kick your fucking ass out of this decade and start anew. My resolutions will not be broken, they and I will be triumphant. Your sister 2010 is going to love me. This is going to be my year.
I will no longer let beautiful people capture my heart. I will turn my heart to stone that is unpenatrable, therefore unbreakable.
I will no longer accept my own excuses for procrastination. I will succeed in my photography business, I will go back to school to become the nurse I always wanted to be and I will not complain one single ounce.
I will become the person I was before. Loving, caring, non-chaotic and sweet as a button Angela. No more drama. Finito. Arret.
I will find my soulmate and not fuck it up this time. I will not do anything for convienence ever again. No more laziness.
I will become a vegatarian like I have always wanted. I will no longer be influenced by anyone but me.
I will no longer accept emotional or verbal abuse. I will stand up for what I believe and not back down.
I will become independent again.
I will love again.
Or continue to love.
Welcome 2010, I have been waiting for you.
You have been by far the worse year of my entire 31 years.
Why oh why were you such an asshole? What did I ever do to you? I rang in the millenium much like everyone else. I didn't follow all the media hype and believed the end of times was coming.
I thought the number nine was lucky? I thought things couldn't get worse than 2008 which brought me a nervous breakdown, the loss of a well paying (yet fucking shittier than hell) job, the death of hubby's mother, various threatening letters from Revenue Canada for fuck ups my accountant was responsible for, and an ex who is less than the dog shit I scrape of my shoe threatening to take away children he has NEVER taken care of since they were born and finally inherited credit card debt from hubby which put me in way over my head financially.
2009. You fucked up asshole motherfucker. My emotional state has suffered the travesties of 10 years in your mere 12 months. My heart has been trampled on, chewed on and spit back in my face. My mind has finally decided that I am going to think for myself now and therefore a marriage of convienence is no longer convienent. You brought me many visits from the psychiatrist and many trips to the hospital for unbearable emotional pain. You made me weak. You made me someone I am not. You made me lose things that were important to me. YOU. FUCKED. ME. UP. Because of you I live my life on a molatov cocktail of drugs that make me appear like a junky and cause erratic behaviour I never had before. Oh 2009, I was normal before you. Well at least functioning normal. So I am happy to kick your fucking ass out of this decade and start anew. My resolutions will not be broken, they and I will be triumphant. Your sister 2010 is going to love me. This is going to be my year.
I will no longer let beautiful people capture my heart. I will turn my heart to stone that is unpenatrable, therefore unbreakable.
I will no longer accept my own excuses for procrastination. I will succeed in my photography business, I will go back to school to become the nurse I always wanted to be and I will not complain one single ounce.
I will become the person I was before. Loving, caring, non-chaotic and sweet as a button Angela. No more drama. Finito. Arret.
I will find my soulmate and not fuck it up this time. I will not do anything for convienence ever again. No more laziness.
I will become a vegatarian like I have always wanted. I will no longer be influenced by anyone but me.
I will no longer accept emotional or verbal abuse. I will stand up for what I believe and not back down.
I will become independent again.
I will love again.
Or continue to love.
Welcome 2010, I have been waiting for you.
we feel the same way about 2009