I didn't purposefully stay up until midnight, but I couldn't fall asleep because of the fireworks.  I didn't even bother to take a peek outside at the display for even a minute - didn't seem like anything special this year.

I'm not interested in a lot of things anymore.  Friends who leave everything to the past-tense, who ask for a general overview of my life without bothering to ask about what those things actually meant, who can't even comprehend that there was much more substance in the cracks in between.  Meaningless interactions that are supposed to be part of the quintessential 20-something experience.  Boys who only act to get a reaction out of me.  People who settle.  People who expect to be happy 24/7 and play the victim when they aren't and use that as an excuse for their mistakes.

All these things that annoy me are from my own faults, of being cold and logical and critical.  Not letting anyone in until I know I can trust them.  Not making more effort than necessary.  At this point though, I don't have any resolutions to changing that.  Then again, this overall frustration is also a sign of caring too much... ironically.  It's selfish to not give your all to people when love is what everyone needs.

According to the zodiac calendar, this year is supposed to be ours (the sheep - the cautious, sensitive ones).  Who knows?