Seeing everyone post their New Years Eve photos, where they’re all dressed up, out at parties, kind of makes me mourn for the Amanda I used to be, and also makes me realize that this is, in it’s own weird way, the perfect start to this year.  The biggest part of last year (or, y’know, yesterday) was admitting certain truths. Coming to terms with certain… inevitabilities. In this case, I’m referring to how little I matter. It’s not even something to be sad about… No pity. No poor me, or woe is me. Just coming to terms with something that’s simply a truth.  I can hear you asking, “how can…