A new year, a new start.
For what seems like the whole of the last year I have been hiding under a cloud. Constantly exhausted, grumpy, mean. A year spent alienating people, even my best friends. A year drinking alone in front of the television. A year slipping from showering every day, to honestly believing that one shower during the working week was acceptable. And then only if my hair was noticeably greasy.
This has to stop. And it seems only fitting that today, at the beginning of the most depressing month of the year, when the January blues hit and everyone goes back to work, the change starts.
For what seems like the whole of the last year I have been hiding under a cloud. Constantly exhausted, grumpy, mean. A year spent alienating people, even my best friends. A year drinking alone in front of the television. A year slipping from showering every day, to honestly believing that one shower during the working week was acceptable. And then only if my hair was noticeably greasy.
This has to stop. And it seems only fitting that today, at the beginning of the most depressing month of the year, when the January blues hit and everyone goes back to work, the change starts.
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