You've been a pain these last eight months. I've fallen horribly sick. Fallen off the bike many, many times. Broken out into horrendous rashes. Been down in the dumps. Anxious. Upset. Irritable. Shed a million tears when i'd rather be shedding kilos. I'm dreading your intentions. Dreading those little tricks you've got planned up your sleeve in the coming months.
Thanks to you, people i'm not particularly fond of, because of the state of affairs, are preening in my face. I've had fights with friends, i've had huge misunderstandings, i've ditched a few. I've cancelled big travel plans because of you. You've been nothing but 240 days of bad news. With maybe a few really, really, really remarkable days in between - and i can count those on the fingers of my right hand.
But, like i said, i can't wait to say goodbye to you. I've hated you. And on the night of New Year's Eve, i'll be only too glad to see your back and welcome 2012 with open arms.
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