I babysat down in Westchester but made it back to my hometown before midnight.
I couldn’t go into Manhattan because the way the trains work and what I would do with my car and blah blah.
Then I come home to find out that ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE WITH THEIR SILLY BOYFRIENDS. Are any of them out? No. They’re all staying in. -____-
So here I am, once again, bringing in the New Year alone. And my parents are downstairs.
This is so damn stupid. And then I feel childish for being mad about something so trivial.