You were a shitty year, and I am glad to see you go.
When you leave, you will take with you the last time my family was whole. You will take my illusions that certain things matter. You will drag behind your bedraggled ass my innocence, my ability to blame things on an earlier generation, and my desire to be something else.
So tonight as I spread out the Tarot cards to see just what I was supposed to learn from this fucked up experiment called 2013, I am not going to miss you. I will not mourn your passing.
You are a bitter old bitch. I can't wait until you are gone.