It was a normal Tuesday evening, with snowflakes falling on my head I told myself "next year will be better." I walked back to my flat because I didn't want to get frostbite, that past year has been a total shit show. Every year is just a competition to be the worst. I've never had a good year. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to make myself a cup of tea like the true Brit I am.
As I was drinking my tea, I heard an odd noise coming from outside. I opened my door to find a crumpled up piece of paper that said "11:00 New Year's Eve, my house." And then they had written what I assumed was their address. I was confused as to who wrote this and if they meant to give it to me. Why would anyone care about my existence anyway? I'm not important. No one really is because of the vastness of our universe and all that crap. My arch nemesis had told me all about astronomy and everything else that had to do with outer space. I despise that asshole. He had emotionally manipulated me into falling in love with him. He looked like a toe and acted like he was such a good person. More like the complete opposite of that. He had long clammy hands and all he wore where nasa shirts. He disgusts me and yet I constantly think about him.
Anyway, I took the paper and began to wonder again. Who could this possibly be? I had to find out. So I waited until New Years Eve. I had thought to myself that I was going to get murdered but oh well. What do I care?
