This year's gonna suck.
I can feel it.
All my plans and goals.
All for naught.
What brings a smile to my face.
Will be stripped away.
All the promised opportunites.
Met with resounding disappointment.
All the false starts are coming.
My lazy undisciplined arse will be my undoing.
Nothing was ever good enough anyways.
Happy for so little yet never ever satisfied.
Maybe I'll become an artist.