Always asked how much I make in a month and why I’m not married yet. This year, I’m just going crazy to celebrate.
No sign of year-end bonus, endless overtime, my wallet is cleaner than my face—this is how I celebrate the New Year.
Didn’t eat well, didn’t sleep well, just kept running around. Celebrating the New Year like a ball—tired as hell.
What’s the point of celebrating the New Year! Didn’t see much money, a pile of troubles, my head’s about to explode.
Don’t bother me—this year I’m not celebrating a fat year. I’m celebrating a ball year!
To sum up this year: Started out wanting to have a fat year, but the process was really tough, ended up just celebrating a ball year.
Don’t ask me how I spent the New Year—just a ball year! Money’s gone, I’m exhausted and dumb, and I still have to go to work!
Others are celebrating a fat year, but I’m just celebrating a ball year—except for getting older, I didn’t gain anything.
What’s the point of celebrating the New Year? Purely wasting my feelings. Might as well go back to work.
