So, it’s finally the end of the year. Am I the only one who feels like this year was like ten years in one? It’s crazy to believe I got my MSA letter at the beginning of the year. It’s even crazier to believe this school year hasn’t been three school years because of how different everything is now compared to the beginning.
I started driving this year and I seriously feel like I have been driving since I was eleven years old. I drive everywhere there is no possible way that I haven’t even been driving for a year yet.
This year was an accumulation of crap. So many unnecessary things happened. Too many boys, too many tears, and too much wasted money. I wish I could say next year will be different, but knowing myself, it will be worse.
However, I do hope as this next year rolls around I will manage my time and emotions better so that they wont roll into each other and become a big heap of tears and useless procrastination.
Have a great 2019, everyone.
2018 has been the year of an abundance of boys and tears, and I hope that 2019 is a tear-free year. Maybe not boy-free.
This year may have been Literary Heartbreak year, but next year will be Literary Love year. hopefully….