2012. I’d like the call it one of the worst fucking years of my life, but I have to give it as much good credit as bad though. I mean this year has been absolutely terrible, but it all didn’t start out bad. Someone didn’t say to me “well this year I think I’m going to cause you the most hell possible and hope you’ll disappear.” No one said that. This is basically year one of the rest of my life. I’ve gone through more than anyone my age should. I don’t feel anyone my age or any age should go through the things I’ve gone through. Or the things I put my family and friends through.
This year has also marked one of the best years of my life. I meet someone I want to be with until the end of my life. I can honestly say if I hadn’t meet him, I wouldn’t be typing this right now, I’d be six feet under.
I’m not sure if I’m ready for this year to end. Even though it’s put me through the most shit I’ve ever been through, I’m not sure I’m ready to start another year. I mean what if next year is worse? Will I be here next year? Will I make it? Or better question, can I?Â