When you leave comfort behind. . .

There are 15 minutes left in 2006 for me.
I'm oddly sad. But, again, I get sentimental about these things.
My resolutions. Well, I haven't really thought about them. Because they're the same as they were last year. Although, they were very vague and some of them rather immature.

I want happiness. I want friendship. I want honesty. I want love. I want good luck. I want to be myself.

I hope to be more outgoing this year. And less reserved. I'd like to finish some of my homework too.

Please. Please. Please. Let 2007 be as wonderful as 2006.

I'll miss you last year.