I'm still trying to figure out what 2017 meant to me. Some say it was the year of realization, the year got self love but it meant a lot more to me. It was the year I found real friends. It was also the year I lost them. It was the year I lost myself for awhile and was given help to be found again. It was the year I almost failed my semester, was harrassed and threatened. It was the year my birthday was celebrated for the first time by the people I love. Now I no longer see them. I guess you could say 2017 was the year good things happened followed by the bad things I could never imagine happened.
I am terrified of 2018. I've had enough of imagining things that would happen. I would like to hope for the best but still be prepared for the worst.
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