of wasted youth.

Finally free from the suffocating prison
Of last year and before
Of inconsiderate selfishness
(Not considerate selfishness nor inconsiderate selflessness)
Of lies and deceits
Of disillusioned pointless conversations
(Or rather listening to monologues)
And I look back in anger and regret
Of wasted youth.

i don't think there's a thing like luck and love. it's you that needs to change. why do you think so many people despise you? and i'm saying this for you own good although i would love to see you wallow in your own miserable shroud. but i keep giving you second, third, fourth and umpteenth chance, just like the countless times i saved you from public embarrassment. life is not a television show. stop the self-constructed dramas.

I promise this is the end of the episode.
No more ranting and hating.
A fresh start for the new year
With hopes of happy days.