"I've rubbed my eyes once too many times this year already. What started as pointing out shooting stars quickly became constellations which became solar systems. Millions and millions of little bullshit lights dancing across my ceiling as I lie here reminding me I care too much. This isn't worth the temporary beauty. So you know what, fuck it. This isn't "new year, new me", this is "new year, better me". Just as well, before I get too attached to the idea that Orion's Belt is holding up my concept of love."