The New Year

There are a few days of this tired old year left. I've got my fingers and toes crossed that next year will be so much better. This year has been hard, and I've had enough. All the plans I had for my glittering future came to nowt. There have been the occasional spark of goodness and hope, but mostly it's been a tough 12 months. You don't expect to be jaded at 23, but I am. The infinite promise and hope I had once, has dwindled and gone. I'm jobless, living at home and feeling very small and alone. I've been ill, and tiptoeing on the edge of some abyss all year it seems. So roll on another year, one with some hope and some light because I'm done with this one.