The year of hell. The year that could have seen the end of me. The year that took and took and took from me, so entirely. A year of sadness, desperation, confusion, anger, and a year that marked where I became aware of the greatest betrayal of all—the betrayal of the self.
Anyways, it’s over. Good fucking riddance. I’m happy. I have shit under control.
And only those that stuck by me can celebrate in this.
Everyone else can fuck off.