Bon Anée!

Is that how you spell it?
I can't remember much French.
I haven't written anything for awhile, and thought tonight would present a good opportunity.
I'm in one of my moods...
The "everyone is making me angry and I'm so frustrated I could cry" mood.
After another year of bad luck, chaos, and trust issues, I wonder if anyone could possibly come out on the other side.
Truth be told, I'm not sure.
What would the Infamous Miss Bunny have done on a night like this.
Most would say she would be cross-faded, stripping in public, peeing in someone's yard, kissing on a new boy, and laughing hysterically the entire time.
Honestly, she would have been flipping off a camera, high as fuck, wishing she was somewhere else entirely.
What about me?
What about this girl I've become so recently?
So quick to shut down my own emotions, so quick to write off the best things about life...
Out of fear? Remorse? Some quiet longing to find moments that have already been swallowed by the moonlit sky?
You can see the stars here...
And the sky is still pink in the morning, although the afternoon is a little less golden.
What can I say now?
About my walks along the shore, about my nights drunk on the pier...
"The past is the past for a reason."
A certain boy got very hurt when I told him that, although he tried not to show it.
I wonder if he knows that he's lost me for good this time.
There is no going back, because time is always flowing...
Life is fluid.
And tomorrow will come and go, it will bring what it may...
Perhaps we'll have another year of tragedy, perhaps we'll have a change of luck.
Who could say what the future holds?
Certainly not I, certainly not our dear Miss Bunny Bombshell in all her "bad girl" glory.
Goodbye, 2013...I can't say you'll be missed.