Most years I have either made informal resoultions or viewed the new year as a time of hope. This year, I can only think of it as a time of despair. Though I have goals that I want to reach and that are reasonable for most people, I've learned that I will not reach them ever, no matter how much time I have or how much determination I have. It's pointless to dream and to hope, to think things will get better. As long as you think things will get worse, it won't hurt as bad when it does.