I really wish 2014 would end nicely. This year has been dramatic enough to compile into a neat little book with plots and climax and whatever it takes to make a book, a book. But I don't think such a tidal lifestyle should ever be translated to reality because it really is sickening to live through (get it? tidal and sick, motion sickness? #funnynotfunny)
I wish I had the strength to move away from unhealthy toxic relationships or have the foresight to steer clear of them. Emotions are messy little things and they get the better of me all the time. I need to learn to become more guarded and build walls for I have none now.
2014, you have been nothing but nasty to me. Now I hope that you give me just one last month of joy. It's the season of giving afterall right? Please, just a heart-warming undramatic December. That's all I ask for.
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