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That means New Years is pretty freakin' close. That means the old new year's resolutions. You can tell people give up because the amount of runners dies down by February. Although some queer person in science pretty much called me fat (gonna kill that kid), my goal is definetly not to lose weight. It's also not to become a better person. Nor is it to become kick-ass at guitar. Is it too find love? pshh, no way. Call me lazy, but I really don't want to do anything like that. So what is my goal? Try this one: live. Why simply live? What a lovely question. Last year I had a similar goal and I acctually had fun. I really don't care what people think anymore. Judge how you will. Again, I could care less. |
