My 2013 in Review

I'll just be upfront and say right now this is a whiny post. If you don't like it when I do that, stop reading now and go back to scrolling through your news feed.
I know the year isn't actually over yet and I could be jinxing myself in some way posting this, but it's close enough now I feel relatively safe. Anyways...
2013 sucked. It wasn't the worst year of my life by any means, but in a lot of ways it could've been way better. And what really makes the memory of the year sting the most is how much of the sucking was no one's fault but mine.
A long term "relationship" (the quotation marks will be explained at another time - maybe) I was in came to an end. And while I wasn't the one to choose to end it, I know a lot of other decisions on my part helped in leading to its demise.
I got a job and was fired pretty quickly from it. And am still pretty bitter about it. Not because I don't think I didn't deserve to be fired, just not for the reasons they gave.
I did rather poorly in school, especially compared to how well I know I should have done. And there's no excuse for it. I just didn't care enough to really make school the focus it should be.
I've mismanaged my money so pathetically that I will be moving back in with my dad in January in an effort to try and get back on my feet. I'm going to be a 33 year old male living with his parents - that's sure to attract the ladies. (I say "male" there because that matters. I wouldn't bat an eye if a woman my age told me she lived with her parents, nor do I think most people would. But, except in some rare and justified circumstances, men over the age of 24 should not be living with mom and/or dad).
I didn't do nearly the amount of hiking I was thinking I would. And for no other reason other than not wanting to leave the house on that day. And from what I've been told by a good hiking buddy of mine, I missed some epic moments on some of those hikes I didn't go on.
I failed last year's New Years Resolutions after three days. Again, out of being lazy.
In the way of personal creative writing, I did virtually nothing. In fact, I think these posts and a few poems sum it all up.
There was a job I applied for some time ago that I thought I was going to get and was instead I was not hired for. However, this one thing I do not take blame for. The people in charge of hiring lead me on (or so I felt) and ended up not hiring me and, after learning their true feelings towards me, I would not be surprised if they lead me on just to screw with me.
And I think that about sums the major negative up.
The funny part about it is that I can't even say I care. I'm not sad or mad. I'm not much of anything. I want to be disappointed in myself for a lot of it, but only because I'm sure that's what I'm supposed to be. But honestly, it's hard for me to see how any of it really matters. Sure, I've got some bitter feelings about the breakup, but I'm pretty sure almost everyone feels that when a relationship ends and acting on that bitterness is no good for anyone. And the fact that I'm getting ready to move back into my dad's house is keeping me awake at night. But somehow staring at the ceiling for hours on end is not as distressing these days as it once was.
Anyways, the year wasn't all doom and gloom. I had some great times with great friends. Unfortunately, many of those times are completely inappropriate for me to talk about. And those few times that aren't entirely inappropriate for writing publicly about would still be boring for anyone else to read about.
So, assuming I don't die in the next few days, here's to hoping 2014 is a much better year that 2013 was.