Sylvester, certainly (not) a blast.
Last night was hardly noticeable beautiful events . So this New Year's Eve at virtually tied only to the tradition of previous years: boredom (my) Melancholy in general euphoria, stench, noise, drunks Pack, overcrowding, tears.
Not that the whole evening would have been so, in fact, but it was (at least in the city) just nothing like as I had imagined. Nothing. Apparently I'm expecting too much (?). It's always the same.
Le grand finale was, of course, that I have two of my best friends see you cry. And it breaks my heart so that. It's terrible, really painful. This helplessness is driving me sometimes almost to insanity, even though I know it is not altered. At least I can be sure that the two are laughing again. It gives me strength ... and hope.
Now it's about time to move my priorities back in the center of my attention, even if it is not only the Baccalaureate, which are currently the most important in my life. As I wrote in my last entry before, my intentions are the first ever, and unlike all other people they can anyway fall after 3 weeks, I will stick by them and share. A new year is waiting. Let's see what it has to offer
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