nothings going to change, i’m going in 2019 broke and walking out dead, hopefully.
new year’s sucks.
i mean the parties and festivities are fun, but i feel pressured by everything that happens on social media within the next few weeks.
“new year, new me.”
i know that’s now an irreversible joke of the internet, but imagine if we could change who we are every year.
so many youtubers would have that power and just change every view we’ve ever had on them, messy.
sorry tana. however, you may get some more plastic surgery as your “new year, new me.” please don’t say the n word again or start another catastrophe meet and greet next year. thanks.
pop culture has blown this resolution thing way out of proportion to the point where i don’t even want to partake in the last week of december, i just wanna die.
“but you wanna die all year around, what’s the difference?”
the difference is, kiara, i don’t like knowing that i lived through another year and didn’t die.
the only thing i’m looking forward to this new year’s eve is ms taylor swift’s reputation stadium tour movie that will be out on netflix. i’m very excited for that.
that’s off topic, but i really don’t like this passage of time. it’s a social construct built for us to not only lose time and make sure days go by, but to make sure that we still hold onto this little piece of ourselves we supposedly leave behind everyday and the awful buzzfeed articles.
i hate the buzzfeed articles. you aren’t funny, you aren’t clever, you look dumb, and your quirky pop culture stance is two weeks too late.
new year’s resolutions are just so much work. no one has ever committed to one except for like, weight loss or going to the gym every week. which is pretty cool if you’ve ever done that and completed it, but i mean the wack resolutions twitter makes:
new year’s resolution: drop all the fake friends.
girl, i saw you on snapchat, you’re still hanging out with the same friend who slept with your boyfriend. nothing changed for you, except for those ugly color contacts and that bad dye job.
you really thought red was going to look good on you? really? if it didn’t work for you in ninth grade, it’s not going to work for you in twelfth grade.
resolutions have always been a little weird to me. i used to never understand them as a child. resolutions are supposed to be the resolving of a problem that you may have in your life. i mean, like i said before, weight perhaps may be a problem in your life if you view it so and stuff like that is kind’ve cool, but those hype beasts who’s resolution is to get three million followers on instagram have a rude awakening in store for them.
that’s not a problem chief, that’s a white kid needing more attention so they can scam kids into giving them money.
i’m broke, depressed, dead inside, only have four friends, and an awful blog, which part am i going to fix this year?
i don’t know what else to say other than resolutions are overrated. you may have already known this, your views may have just changed, you may think i’m arrogant and desperate for attention and views. if you think that you are correct.
if you liked today’s post give it a like and comment your 2012 new year’s resolution. mine was “the world is finally ending this year, better commit to a long-term relationship with jesus.” it didn’t happen sadly and neither did my long-term relationship with jesus, but just for that you should also subscribe to my wordpress blog and never miss when i upload.
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