Me: New Year, no fear.
Also me: OMFG, January is TERRIFYING.
Me: New beginnings.
Also me: Same old problems.
Me: I’m going to start going to the gym.
Also me: Some day.
Me: I’m going to eat more healthily.
Also me: Where are my fags?
Me: Get up early every morning and go for a run.
Also me: After I’ve re-watched all of Sex and The City including the terrible films.
Me: I’m going to go to bed earlier.
Also me: And then wake up after two hours to think about death.
Me: And get up earlier.
Also me: So I can get a morning panic in.
Also me: Really dedicating time to my anxiety.
Me: Just, you know, appreciating everyday life.
Also me: What will I look like in ten years?
Me: Not wishing my life away.
Also me: It *would* be funny to have the Jaws theme played at my funeral.
Me: More quality time with my friends.
Also me: Facebook.
Me: Finding out what they’ve been getting up to over Christmas.
Also me: Instagram.
Me: And what’s been going on in the world.
Also me: Twitter.
Me: I’m going to be more culturally engaged.
Also me: Sky Catch Up.
Also me: How to connect my laptop to my TV.
Me: A more positive outlook.
Also me: January is so black. And bleak. BLAAAAACK. BLEEEAAAK.
Me: A better attitude.
Also me: Winter is so pointless after Christmas.
Me: I’m going to clear my cupboard out and donate to charity.
Also me: Sales shopping!
Me: NO BOOZE.
Also me: Before midday.
Me: Before 6pm.