The noughties are over and out.

And so ends the decade of my teenage years. There was:

• The last year at Church Langton where I ruled the school
  
• Middle school and being bullied
• High school and Benjamin Buchanan
• 6th Form, depression, crazy friends and the Panic nightclub.
• University, a new boy and all the same problems

How can I sum up the last 10 years? These words can try: school uniforms, Emma Gibbon, Badges, 9/11, local gigs, Sarah Wilkinson, Sophie Witcombe, Jake Clayton, boys, Max, rats, cats, Molly, Benjamin Buchanan, Puppy and Kitten, sweatbands, pink hair, Switch NX, tsunami, Myspace, The Pill, GCSE's, weed, Theo Stuart, Nike Air Force 1's, Jack Daniels, football world cup, fluoxetine, A Levels, smoking, drinking, skiving, blue coontail, narcotics, tattoo, The Co-op, primark, Philip the Fiat Punto, facebook, wedding, tattoo, Sam Clayton, University of Hull, fresher, The Lawns, Morgan A, Geography, the boy across the hall called David Yexley, room 22, septum piercing, Jack Wills, lacrosse, amaretto, Genevieve Lavin, mattress on the floor, balcony sex, snowball fights at 2am, lack of revision, tattoo, wedding party, Liam's car crash, hospital, market research job and so much more.


What a way to end the year, sat on my own in my parent's lounge, pissed off and upset. Lets be honest, I knew New Years Eve would be a massive letdown. It always is. I always hate it.

So what are my New Years Resolutions? None. It's pointless making any when I won't keep them and I will just let myself down.

Will my posts next year be any happy? Doubtful. Will I know what I want to do in life? Unlikely. Will I be any happier? One can always hope.

However, I will make the same resolutions I make every year...stop letting people treat me like shit, sort out my money issues, be happy with my appearance, do different things, see different places, meet new people and simply be happy.

But don't worry, I know I won't keep them.