Sunday, January 1, 2017

2017.

And I wish we wouldve bought our own fireworks, stopped at the highway and lit them up, cheered happy new years, here's to a better 365 days, but instead we were tired in the car, out of things to talk about, and he wouldnt say anything to me, and no one replied when I wished them happy new years, and it was awkward when I skipped "Bad Day" on the radio, because I didnt want to start the year like that, but no one cracked a joke about it, and I guess I was too sleepy to say anything too, and as much as I would like to say 2017 started off great because I spent it with these people, those are all lies, I started 2017 with an anxiety attack, and let's hope the next 364 days will be better.