something new

The end of January. New year, new beginnings. Everybody's talking about change, improvement, goals. And even though we're never going to change, we still like the idea of it. To pretend to be willing to start over and get better makes us comfortable. It justifies our old sins. Still I like my old habits, I like my memories and I look back with no regret. Because I know, there's no change for me this year. Just like always. 

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