Random journal (9)
Another word that would define it would be loss.
Some notes on this one:
i) It wouldn't be true for the whole year, even if I'm ending it in a weird way. At least this year brought me some good things - whether they will last or not remains yet to be seen.
ii) This one didn't started well. It started with me alone with everyone. Next time I decide I'll spend my new year's eve alone, I'll do it. And I mean it. I will just not tell anyone. They wouldn't understand, and they would pity me. And I can do well without someone else's pity.
iii) How I miss Denmark. What a shame I cannot go back there right now.
iv) I was wrong. Even though I fucked up big time, what followed was not a waste of time. It was something like the last taste of a long lost sweetness. And it helped me healing. It was totally worth it.