The new year's less than an hour away. I really don't know what to say.

Oh, I asked my Magic 8-Ball if the new year would be more advantageous and fulfilling than this year. The response? 'It is certain'.

That I threatened to hurl it off a bridge if the year isn't what I hope it to be probably doesn't augur well, does it?

"That's not true!"

So, I've had The Force Awakens spoiled for me twice in the last 18 hours. Still fairly upset about it. It's not like I was looking for spoilers. Some cockfag just posted it on sites I happen to visit. (The smartass response to this would likely be 'Just don't go on the internet, then!'. Is it as hard for you to go without as it is for me? That's what I thought.)

Now, I've never been into Star Wars. I know of it, certainly - I'm not Amish - but I never really got around to getting into it. Maybe someday, though. Still, seeing the movie would've made for a nice way to spend a couple hours. I still might, though. I'll try to act surprised.

On the other hand, if someone spoiled The Hateful Eight for me, I'd have to cut out their Adam's Apple and bake it into a pie. It's the only logical solution.

I gotta know...

What's the point of writing if no one will tell you if what you're writing is good or bad?

If my writing is good, it'd be nice to know that so I can continue to put it out and impress people.

If my writing is bad, it'd be nice to know that so I can try to improve it.

Fanfictions, blog posts, screenplays...no one will tell me shit. Do these people know or care how cruel this is? It's much worse to know nothing about what people think of your work than to be told that your work sucks.