2012.

I'm scared. I'm terrified. No, even that would be an understatement. It's 2012. Another year to disappoint me. Another year that I'll feel like I've wasted. Looking back at the previous year, I reluctantly question myself about what I've accomplished-nothing. Its an important year to me. This year will determine the fate of my career, and I instead of working towards it, I'm reading eragon. I think I'm suffering from indecisiveness. Go ahead, add that to the list. What's the point of happy moments when they disappear as they come? Life is a tease. It builds you up and it breaks you down, leaving you vulnerable and deranged. I may be a necrophile. Fantastic. The list just keeps getting better and better doesn't it? I apoligize for posting such depressing posts, but truth be told; life isn't always about butterflies and unicorns. But the next post will be on the lighter side.
On a happier note, eragon is turning out to be pretty good(yes, I know I should've read it a long time ago but I'm reading it now aren't I?). Books always draw attention when you need to be working. So yeah, that kinda sucks.