Happy New Year.

Mere minutes away from finally ridding ourselves of this stupid little year. The pseudo-peacefulness which everyone seemed to be infected from (besides Corona) at the beginning of this lockdown passed long ago. Hopefully, the new chaos will too. And since we are not partying late into the night (not that I ever did) what can we do?

I am half-asleep dragging my hands on the keyboard. I am writing even if it always feels utterly hopeless to begin. But somehow all the sadness and sarcasm always twist out to a fruity punch in the end. I guess that is why I still write, hoping for every problem to turn sweet the same way. And on the other hand (literally?), I think if I time my porn just right, the new year will begin with fireworks.

Honestly, there are so many things left to worry about. Internships, exams, not-finding-the-right-porn-and-its-already-new-year, results, etc. But I will say, as every kind of Jay Shetty says, things will fall into place. Even if not, the first day of the year is not to worry about that. Everything can go to hell, it is time for ourselves. Think of it as 0th day, rather than one. Just one day from the whole year which can turn out to be anything. No expectations or demands lets do what we love to do. Wait, strike that. Do something healthy for you, cause I don't trust you. All the best.

To conclude, if you are still reading this instead of celebrating with friends, you are not alone. Now go, get off 🍆💦...your phone dammit. Wish you a Happy New Year.