Wishing You A Wonderful 2016

Wow, your guys’s hangover passed yet? How many of you had a crazy, unforgettable¬†or an already forgotten night the 31st of December 2015?

I didn’t. That plot twist. I spent it with a few people close to my heart and it was fun, warm, but honestly, I am so over the celebration and pressure over New Years. It might be the weirdest, most bizarre thing to people, but New Years Eve, when you just don’t care about the celebration is the most stressful night.

Last year, I spent New Years alone at home, with 4l of Coke and music. Normally that would be completely fine, but listen. New Years Eve and January 1st, there’s one night in between. A night, in which for me I could have problems, facing a heart break, a toothache, and experience as any other night. Like April 5th going on April 6th.
I cried December 31st last year, and spent New Years crying.

Everyone thought, when I told them it’s because I was alone and felt lonely. Everyone felt sorry for me. Everyone said “Aw, poor you, you only wanted to celebrate it nicely”. Big NO.

Last year,¬†I was completely fine until everyone called me and asked “Where are you”, “Home, alone, listening to music”, “Oh my…why?”
I cried last year out of pressure and stress. It’s not even a holiday, it’s a tradition. Because I knew everyone else that was having a good time (which is absolutely fantastic), at least my close ones were thinking of me and feeling sorry for me because I am supposedly supposed to be having the time of my life. A magical and wonderful night. Everyone expected something of me and I was really in a upsetting, heart breaking time. I’m not gonna slap on a smile, just because a Calendar says so. Kiss my booty. Ugh.

Even this year it was frustrating. It was my original plan to stay home, and the fact that I did go out just because I promised my friends I wouldn’t do that this year, made me extremely on edge and not happy the next day. I felt liked I failed myself just to prove nothing.

Aaanyway, got off track. I’m sorry, it just irritates me. I’m still on edge, who the fuck cares about New Years?
And no, I’m not a bitter hag because I probably Never experienced it the way I should, so I wouldn’t even know the joy so I rag on it. No, I’ve had plenty of wonderful New Years, crazy and extremely fun parties.
If you’re in the mood, go. But don’t pin traditions on me when I don’t feel like it.

I promise the initial plan when I started writing this post was to wish you a very happy year, I hope it’s way better than 2015. I wish you all happiness, lot’s of love and health and achieve your goals.

I want to hear your guy’s New Years experience, where’d you go, who’d you go with, what did you do? Details are fine!

Christmas coming up for me, now I’m feeling the holidays. I love you guys, have a great Saturday!