In the end, it doesn't even matter.

After New Years,

I intend to live my life to the fullest. I intend to be myself and not care what anyone else thinks.

I intend on not caring as much about little things. About everyone.

I'm concentrating on the things that matter.

And the people that have always been there.

After New Years,

I intend on changing and being a better person. I intend on getting better grades.

Because yeah, friends and socializing matters, of course.

But I'm not even taking notice of the bitchiness anymore, it's not worth my time.

In the end, it doesn't even matter.

When I was a little kid, I remember being afraid of getting old because I was scared of dying.

Now that I'm older, I understand that you don't have to be old to die.

Good people die young.

I don't know when I'll die so there is no use worrying about things that don't even matter.