Days filled with jaded sentiments have sparked less-than-felicitous emotions in my being. As the year comes to a subtle close, I find myself staring out my window with glazed eyes, seeing nothing but my reflection against near-complete darkness, allowing music and thoughts of another year passed, days of "auld lang syne", wash over me.

So here's to a new year, a new year of laughing and not remembering why, of falling for girls who maybe, just maybe, might like me back. Here's to Threadless shirt days and button-up, tie days. Here's to writing frequently and unintelligibily. Here's to appreciating sunsets and smiles and bus rides. Here's to loving because I can.

And here's to you, whoever you might be.

There's no promise of a happy new year, but it will definitely be a new one.

But for what it's worth, I hope yours is filled with more joys than you can count.

Love and Peace