Well, looking back on 2008, I repaired some relationships, I forged new ones. I met new people, made new friends, did new things. Everyone abandoned me. I fucked up my education. Moved far, far away from home. In short, a year later, my life is still shit and I still want to kill myself. I expect I'll feel much the same a year from now... Who knows, though? But I don't hold much hope.