i was supossed to catch the bus last year, wimped out.
but the suffering is so bad i might just have to end myself this year, maybe.
The day was messy from the start. Work was annoying, money stuff stressed me out, plans kept changing, and I already felt like the night was going to be wasted. My family and I were meant to go to a church thing, but we went to the wrong one, so that fell through. We ended up back home, went to Maccas, and I just felt frustrated because I didn't want to spend New Year's stuck in my room doing nothing.
I kept comparing myself to other people online and thinking about what I could've been doing, which just made me feel worse. Later on, we went for a late drive, and that helped a bit. While I was out, I randomly messaged my mate Jason someone I've known for a while asking if he wanted to have a couple beers.
I went over to his place around 1am, but he was already asleep. Instead, I ended up hanging out with his older brother and his friends people who went to my high school but graduated earlier. They were super chill and welcoming. We talked, played music, joked around, and it actually felt comfortable. No pressure, no weird vibes.
I had a few beers, but I paced myself and stayed aware. For once, I didn't do anything stupid. We went to Maccas, they shouted me food, we caught an Uber home together, and I even saw some fireworks. It wasn't crazy or flashy, but it felt real.
By the time I got home, I realised the night didn't go how I expected it went better. I didn't feel ashamed, I didn't regret anything, and I didn't feel like I embarrassed myself. It felt like a quiet turning point. Not the best New Year's ever, but one where I actually felt present and learned something about myself.