I’ve always wanted a new start. Since I could recognize my mistakes, I’ve wanted to just start over. I’m driving my head into a wall trying to think of “resolutions” for this new year. “Love yourself”. Impossible. With so many imperfections? I’ll love myself when I find a new start. I’ll love myself when I’m not the monster. How badly I just want to go back to when things were simple. When suicide was the last thing that would ever cross my mind. It being a new year, I begin to guess at what hell I’ll be putting myself through in the year 2012. I might destroy myself.