Truth is, the person I am, the person I am becoming, is not someone I like very much.

Not that I am using the last fifteen months as any kind of excuse, I’m not and it isn’t. But it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve turned into something of a bitch.

I don’t take drugs; I don’t steal; I don’t whore around or drink too much, I don’t even really lie about stuff anymore -though I still reserve the right to omit the truth when needed- but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve become a mean mean girl, a bitch.

I shan’t bore you all with specifics but I am using this festive season to come out of the closet and admit I have a problem, that’s always the first step isn’t it? To admit you have a problem?

I’m a bitch. A gossipy; two-faced; snide-remark-making; kicks-you when-your-down Bitch.

I suppose then that this is my New Year’s Resolution, stop being such a bitch.

Kinda funny really.

So, Stop Being a Bitch

Learn Italian.

Stop putting things off.

Write trashy teen novel with which I shall make my millions.

Start standing up for myself more, and also stop being so self pitying whenever I feel I’ve been walked all over.

Learn to knit something more complex than a friggin’ scarf.

Eat healthier, exercise more. (I already know that one isn’t going to fly)

Start reading more decent books instead of the paperback trash I continuously find myself reading.

I’d like to say it sounds do-able, it doesn’t.

(Stop being such a pessimist was going to be on the list but I didn’t think I’d be able to fix that one)