New Years

So it's New Years again. I hate to be a party pooper but I honestly hate New Years. Everyone always makes it out to be such a cool thing. Maybe it is for other people. All I ever do is watch the ball drop and feel like the forever alone guy. If I'm lucky I have some sparkling apple cider. This year was especially wonderful because me and my dad got into THREE consecutive fights between 11:15 and 12:15. It must be an omen of bad fortune for the new year. Oh. Joy. DX FML.