I thought the New Year celebration would be a good end and the best beginning to another year I'm looking forward to, but ever since Lia has been back and has constantly appeared in front of me the least I expected her to, I've been feeling more fucked up than ever.
My friends and I planned a huge party tonight in a private sky box at The Knick, high above Times Square. The streets are crowded and absolutely not worth it to stand there for hours while waiting for the ball to drop, surrounded by drunk and horrendous people, not to mention the lack of bathrooms. So to avoid all that, we reserved the rooftop. It's one hell of a luxurious experience that gives us the privilege of the best party and a full view of the ball drop. I need the escape. Booze and party seem to help dull the intrusive thoughts in my head where Lia is concerned.
