Goodbye 2021/Hello 2022

Goodbye 2021. In March you turned out to be a a vile fucking bitch and kicked me really fucking hard. The concept of chill seemed to be completely foreign to you, until the end. Do I look like a motherfucking Superman to you? I guess you won't answer now, joining the long string of not so great years. Yes, getting a job I actually like was a gift, but overall you won't be missed.

Hello 2022. I intended to write bitterly, how you'll be a worthless piece of shit, but one post on Tumblr and messages about something that suddenly happened today IRL made me pause. I don't know what kind of year you will be. I can't say I hope you will be good - I've been having troubles with thinking positively from some time now, to put it mildly. At best I feel nothing. I guess... I guess you 2022, you are an enigma and I'll leave it at that.

Happy New Year.