I have never been a fan of New Years. But not because of the typical traps, i.e. expectations of the night set too high (you will meet your Prince Charming and kiss at midnight and then never be tempted to cut bangs again) and then reality coming in with pure disappointment (the glitter in your eye makeup you insisted on wearing to be ‘festive’ and ‘cute’ causes a stye and you find yourself alone at midnight with a smile so forced that you terrify even yourself when you catch your own reflection).
