I’m not that good at making friends. I’m not that good at being honest. I’m not that good at being open. I’m not that good at feeling much. Every year they say make a resolution. People make resolutions out of hope, so sure they will be better than their past selves. I made some stupid mistakes this last year. I’m reckless, and all I can think about is putting on a facade so people don’t see what’s underneath. I build masks upon masks, never thinking about which one I need to wear around who. I keep lying. And it hurts. But you know, I want to change that. I don’t want some resolution dedicated to my failure as a human in the past, but rather what I’m good at. I’m good at making people happy, and I can’t do that under a mask because all I can think about is if they’ll be convinced. So, I want to be myself. I want to be me, not changing who I am, but rather what I do. Deep down, I might want to lie to you, to build up a perfect face for the world to look on, to feel needed. But this is a new year. New hope. I don’t make this promise to you. I don’t make this promise to anyone but myself. Who knows if this will even make it to Tapas? Who knows if it’ll even make it past a friend? If it doesn’t go anywhere, that’s fine. I still made the promise. If I give it to the world for all to see, and all I get is hatred, lies, and filth, that’s fine. Because I’ll stop putting up masks to those I care about. I’ll stop wearing masks around my friends. I’ll stop wearing masks around those who haven’t done anything to hurt me, because I want to have nothing to hide from them. This is a little awkward, rushed, and done probably when I should be sleeping, but I wanted to do it now. Even if it’s some of my poorer quality work, some of my best ideas come at one AM. So with that, goodnight. And make 2019 whatever you want it to be.