I can’t begin to tell you how crazy this year was for me. I cried a lot and I laughed even more. I had the most wonderful experiences and the most awful.
Overall it was an eventful year. I visited NYC, and in the process made the best friends anyone could ever want.
I dated. Unsuccessfully, but I tried it. I got work published. I ate really good food. I met really interesting people, and people I really just want to forget.
Of course the last few months of this year have been hard. Dealing with the robbery. Dealing with racism, bullies, and just violent people really made it hard to manage my depression.
But I made it. I always told myself that I would. I’ve been through a lot of tough times in my life and things can’t break me anymore. I’m not weak. Don’t let the pretty face fool you. Racism, bullying, and pettiness can’t break me.
My fear was death and I faced it already, so nothing puts fear in me. I’m actually quite strong. You can call me ugly, but I don’t care. You can call me a racial slur, but I don’t care. You can steal my material belongings, but I don’t care. If this year has done anything for me it has shown me that I’m strong. I’ll always be strong. I’m a fighter, I have been since I was a baby. Nothing or no one can break me
2015 taught me that I’m strong, and I shouldn’t forget that. My goal was to be happy this year, and I did it.