Dear 2008,

(edited for simpler minds. Disclaimer! This entry in directed to the year 2008 not to any person in it- I would never be so cruel.)

Well I'm up late again- i can't sleep anymore. Bad meatloaf i think. i'd like to finally put this year to rest but it haunts me. i cannot escape it in sleep- nor in work- nor in friendships. All that i have has been acquired this last year- and all I would like to have- yet lost again. That doesn't make sense. Oh well. Here's to 2008! may she rest in peace, as well as all the poor bastards she took with her. That foul wrench of a whore who gave men promise of love; that silver tongued used car salesman of a year that gave us hope for a brighter day, then snuffed out the light as we made our way; here's to that year that brought about life- and death- hope and despair- she gave us love, she gave us knowledge- she taught us of the demons inside ourselves, bringing them out into the light for all the world to see. She brought us down in shame and humility- and we torched our hearts with pride and resentment- we wallowed in the darkness until we were broken down, defeated, and so badly bruised; stumbling over obstacles put in our path to break us, we trotted on until we had no pride left- and then, as i lay broken and defeated, as i curled in a ball on the cold bitter floor, she flickers the lights some to taunt me- letting me know there is more than my fetal position- more than my arms reach- more than i will ever obtain because she has broken me down so. She seems to delight in the knowledge that she has held me down, tortured me, bruised my pride, broken my will, and blinded my mind as to what could be. She is the devil. So here's to 2008. There is no doubt that i am stronger for having survived her- no doubt that i know more about myself than i had the year before- no doubt that i have risen above myself because of this year- no doubt that i had to as well. So 2008, you may have saved me- you may have taught me a great deal- in fact, i am better for having known you. But (obscenity), i hope to (the man upstairs) i never see the likes of you again. You have been like a whore- and now that all the (another obscenity) is over, it's best we just part ways. - Ammon