Last night was said to be the coldest nights where i live.
we always hope there will be magic on new years eve, and expect clean slates when the clock chimes twelve.
but we will never get that new beginning.
Most of the time cold nostalgia will wrap around us like a shawl that not only keeps us warm, but burns our bodies with their heart.
New years are for more promises.
so im going to promise myself
that ill be better.
it'll be better.
i deserve better.
everything will get better.
take a breath, and focus on those promises j.
12/10/12.