That I will never escape.

Well, it's been a long year. But I survived. And, I think, things went well. I made some new friends, kept the old, and reconnected with the even older. And I'm finally feeling okay with everything. Everything is sort of, well, how it ought to be.

And, now, here we are. At the veritable end of the year. The end of the decade. The decade. The period of ten years. It's over. Ten years are about to have officially passed. Ten years of which I was alive for ten. It just blows my mind. I was reading a list of the top songs of the decade the other day. There were songs on it that I was listening to when I was, like, in fucking 6th grade.

I feel so damn old.

I've put a little bit of thought into my resolutions this year. I couldn't remember mine from last year, so I hope there aren't any repeats. Although I suppose if I can't remember then it makes little difference.

Be more outwardly confident. Also be more aggressive with the things I want.
Get serious about what I want to do with my time and my life.
Go to IKEA.
Get serious about my zombie story--and finish it.

But I guess there's still one night left.

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Pseudo-science (like psych).

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What the fuck am I looking at.

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everything is fine

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