My clock tells me the time is 01:41. The feeling of tiredness and the slight buzz from the tiny amount of alcohol in my body is making me feel quite contend with life, but I can’t stray too long from my pessimism, so I’ll say New year, new problems. The picture down below is of me (really, did I have to tell you that), just so you can see what kind of clothes I wore for New Years Eve. I’m going to tell you a little bit more tomorrow and posts some picture, but for now I think I hear my bed saying my name. (Please ignore my messy background.)
You're the dream, unicorn! 