Dear Friend,

New Year's sucked. Want to know how I spent it? Five minutes before twelve I grabbed a bottle of sparkling apple cider and headed outside. There's a high school literally in my backyard, so I went there. I cranked my iPod, sat on a bench just off the track, and counted down the seconds on my phone. Twelve hit; I chugged the whole bottle and walked back inside to a deluge of complaint from my mom and siblings. Lame. I took some codeine, went to bed. Woke up at four something in the morning and puked my guts out. Happy fucking New Years.