There will come a year where I'm happy most of the time, travel more than I already do and have more money than I have time to spend.
I will read books I'll love and watch shows I'll get addicted to and I'll laugh and laugh and laugh. It'll be a year where I have time for school and friends without having to choose. A year in which I don't angst about my studies and life-choices constantly and where I'll feel my own age instead of aged down with worries.
It's a year that ends well, without me spending it's last two weeks constantly sleeping because stress has left me too sleep-deprived to do anything else. A year with few regrets and a little more rewards for hard work and work well done.
That year wasn't this year. Hopefully, it's the next.
And if so happens that it's not 2010, I propose that the entire thing, shattered dreams and dissapointments included, is taken out back and shot.