The day's or the new year are upon us. People in the streets are yelling and setting off fireworks in celebration. I never really understood why people do that, to celebrate them making it though 365 days. The people in my neighborhood throw parties and have loud music when i'm trying to sleep. Yet the people who party are not the victim, they never are. Though they play that they are, but I know the truth and they know it too. I keep to myself never bother anyone but my friends and family. Still they see me as a moving target, aiming for me with their arrows. Then, when they let go it usually hits me, until I've had enough. This new year will finish and ill come back and it still happen. The saying New year-New Me doesn't mean stay the same it means change, but no one really does in this part of school.
2016...
