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i'm not interested in celebrating the new year. what's the point? it's something that i've wondered for many years, even before i became the cynical bitch that you know and love today. every year, i just do the same thing: my parents make me hang out with them at home or at another relatives' house and we sit around watching people celebrating on TV until midnight when we all drink sparkling apple juice together. that's right, fucking sparkling apple juice. give me a break, please. and this year my parents are planning on going out on their own and leaving me at my grandma's house so she won't be lonely. i mean, i love my grandma, but, come on! is this a joke? i can't allow this to happen, i just can't. all i want to do is sit at home and read my books in peace, alone. i wish they would let me stay home by myself tomorrow night, but my mom says that that's "out of the question". i'm fucking sixteen, they treat me like i'm twelve. i can't wait till i get out of this house.
god....can you imagine? spending new years alone with your 88 year old grandmother? i hope they're kidding...please, let them be kidding.
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