New Year New breakdown
hello!! happy new year glad tidings and all that bollocks,hope christmas was good ,hope you didn’t kill any of your right winged older family members i know i almost did,but hey! it’s over for another twelve months thank fuck,although will admit the house looks dull now all the christmas decorations have been taken down,has our living room always been this beige?
let’s be real here 2017 was a massive shit show for all of us from the orange baby man somehow weeding his way into the White House (i honestly still have no clue how he did it) to a ridiculous amount of terror attacks war and a whole load of heart break i think we can all agree that last year was a shit show, with the expectation of about three gleaming moments of hope,all in all last year was pretty shit.
and inevitably just like i do every year, i had a few (a lot) of breakdowns, and I’m sure this year will be no different because well it’s me and I’m bound to freak out about something,and go into a depressive hole for at least four days,but what will the breakdowns be about this year i wonder?the major one that keeps threatening to rear it’s ugly head is my birthday.
Listen my birthday isn’t for another three months,and three days but I’m still shitting myself, because this year i turn 20 yes the big two zero, i know right? unbelievable I’ve somehow managed to survive thus far.
Fuck knows how just this morning i fell over a log basket and smacked my head on a radiator,smooth right? and yes I’m aware that turning 20 isn’t a massive deal, in fact I’m still a child like a massive child that cries over monsters inc every time,but that’s not the point i am absolutely shitting myself, because i made a kind of promise to myself i say kind of because i was intoxicated,i said that when i turned 20 i would finally get my shit together,that i would finally be you know an “adult”.AAAAAAH BALLS
And now what I’m referring to as doomsday is looming, I’m starting to freak out more than i have done for the past seven months, like i said earlier i know it really isn’t that big of deal,christ knows what I’m going to be like when i turn 30,i can’t think about that right now, but i will probably be a more depressed version of bridget jones who still lives at home.
But to me turning 20 is a HUGE MASSIVE FUCK OFF DEAL okay? I mean despite the fact everyone else around me,is older this mild milestone is terrifying to me,I will no longer be referred to as a teenager oh no,now now I’m in my twenty’s PEOPLE BUY HOUSES AND HAVE MORTGAGES AND THEY GET MARRIED AND THEN THEY POP OUT SOME KIDS THATS WHAT PEOPLE DO IN THEIR “TWENTIES” NO KIND SIR I AM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS NO. NOT NOW NOT EVER.
I mean listen birthdays are inevitable, i can’t do a doc brown and pause time or go back in time or whatever he does, although sayings that i wish I could because i do want them nike trainers Marty Mcfly has desperately.
Like i knew this day was coming, but I didn’t realise it was coming so fast, last time i blinked i was sixteen and had blue black hair,because a certain someone wanted to be wednesday aadams (still do),i feel like i am the only one who is having this freak out because any time i mention doomsday i get an eyeroll and a “piss off libby” so for now im gonna suppress said breakdown,and pretend that everything is GREAT and I’m so looking forward to my birthday and how this year I’m going to be twenty and then suddenly I’ve blinked the year is 2026 and I’m 28 and then what THEN WHAT HA HA YES shit.
let’s be real here 2017 was a massive shit show for all of us from the orange baby man somehow weeding his way into the White House (i honestly still have no clue how he did it) to a ridiculous amount of terror attacks war and a whole load of heart break i think we can all agree that last year was a shit show, with the expectation of about three gleaming moments of hope,all in all last year was pretty shit.
and inevitably just like i do every year, i had a few (a lot) of breakdowns, and I’m sure this year will be no different because well it’s me and I’m bound to freak out about something,and go into a depressive hole for at least four days,but what will the breakdowns be about this year i wonder?the major one that keeps threatening to rear it’s ugly head is my birthday.
Listen my birthday isn’t for another three months,and three days but I’m still shitting myself, because this year i turn 20 yes the big two zero, i know right? unbelievable I’ve somehow managed to survive thus far.
Fuck knows how just this morning i fell over a log basket and smacked my head on a radiator,smooth right? and yes I’m aware that turning 20 isn’t a massive deal, in fact I’m still a child like a massive child that cries over monsters inc every time,but that’s not the point i am absolutely shitting myself, because i made a kind of promise to myself i say kind of because i was intoxicated,i said that when i turned 20 i would finally get my shit together,that i would finally be you know an “adult”.AAAAAAH BALLS
And now what I’m referring to as doomsday is looming, I’m starting to freak out more than i have done for the past seven months, like i said earlier i know it really isn’t that big of deal,christ knows what I’m going to be like when i turn 30,i can’t think about that right now, but i will probably be a more depressed version of bridget jones who still lives at home.
But to me turning 20 is a HUGE MASSIVE FUCK OFF DEAL okay? I mean despite the fact everyone else around me,is older this mild milestone is terrifying to me,I will no longer be referred to as a teenager oh no,now now I’m in my twenty’s PEOPLE BUY HOUSES AND HAVE MORTGAGES AND THEY GET MARRIED AND THEN THEY POP OUT SOME KIDS THATS WHAT PEOPLE DO IN THEIR “TWENTIES” NO KIND SIR I AM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS NO. NOT NOW NOT EVER.
I mean listen birthdays are inevitable, i can’t do a doc brown and pause time or go back in time or whatever he does, although sayings that i wish I could because i do want them nike trainers Marty Mcfly has desperately.
Like i knew this day was coming, but I didn’t realise it was coming so fast, last time i blinked i was sixteen and had blue black hair,because a certain someone wanted to be wednesday aadams (still do),i feel like i am the only one who is having this freak out because any time i mention doomsday i get an eyeroll and a “piss off libby” so for now im gonna suppress said breakdown,and pretend that everything is GREAT and I’m so looking forward to my birthday and how this year I’m going to be twenty and then suddenly I’ve blinked the year is 2026 and I’m 28 and then what THEN WHAT HA HA YES shit.
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