I can be really sentimental and nostalgic with certain things and, despite believing that time is a social construct and that it doesn’t really mean anything, I especially feel it at the end of the year. When it hits midnight on New Year’s Eve, I feel this big drop in my stomach. I think it’s because I feel like I’ve lost something, or there’s something out there that I won’t get back. When the New Year gets into swing I tend to hate January. I feel like I’m already behind with things and the thought of a blank page terrifies me. Which again, I know is silly because it doesn’t…
