The New Year

I just realized it was 2009. I mean I already knew that, my sister was shouting "Happy New Year" and "It's 2009" so loud last night I'm sure the whole world could hear her. But it just suddenly sank in.

Tell me why my stomach is all quesy? Alright, I'm scared. What's happening this year? I don't know. Anymore secrets yet to be revealed? I really hope not. Maybe a boring life isn't such a bad thing after all.

That and there is the whole growing up thing. Two months and I'm turning 18, I've said that before. Graduation is in June. I should be excited but I'm feeling anxious about moving forward. I don't know why. I don't care to look back at 2008. It's already done. I've blogged more entries than I can count here, why do I need to go back and talk about it again? It's over. Goodbye. Done with.

I kept trying to write a summary about 2008, the final, closing words. I wrote two different blogs but I couldn't publish either of them. Then I realized, why bother? Everything is already there.

2009.

I don't know if it will be a good year or a bad year. I don't know if I'm going to fall in love. I don't know if I'm actually going to lose those ten pounds. I don't know if I'm going to make new friends. I don't know if I'm going to lose people. And I'm not going to guess.