A new year upon us?

Well my resolutions this year totally never came to fruition, but you know what? I'm not even that mad about it. I mean sure I'm about to be 22, sure I still live at home, sure I still have no car, no definite future on the horizon, but you know what? I have good fucking friends, and a bunch of people who care about me. And that's really important to me you know? My dad always said to me, something I always took to heart... "If you have one best friend all your life, you did a good job" or something similar, I paraphrased, and I'm starting to realize... all these people who have been here for me, or over there for me no matter what. I have a bunch of badass friends that will give me rides places and not even complain. The shitty part about it is, they all want what's best for me, but for some reason I'm unwilling to compromise with myself. Countless people know I'm too good for this town, and it's slowly sucking my soul away, but all I can tell myself is "I'll change my habits tomorrow", but tomorrow never fucking comes. Where was I all this year? I was comfortable in being fastened to my status quo, immersed in all this self-doubt, afraid of not succeeding. But seriously Matthew... What the fuck are you waiting for? I don't know what you're trying to gain by not putting in any effort... You're not going to go back to school by working only 20 fucking hours a week, or save any money to move out, or to buy a car, and you're not going to get your license if you're gonna be a big pussy just because you failed your driving test over a year ago, because you were nervous as fuck when you took it, are you? This brobdingnagian (thank you thesaurus, and Gulliver's Travels) catalyst you're always expecting to punch you in the face has no hands Matthew, so put down the fucking silver platter life handed so eloquently to you, and just jump out of the plane. Don't let down your friends that never let you down. If you don't want to do it for yourself, please do it for them. I mean you obviously care enough about how routine you are about life, but why do you think about it constantly, but never do a goddamn thing about it? I know deadlines are for chumps, but please Matthew... Make this your year.