I don’t have a lot of time, so if this makes no sense, that’s why.
2011 was a fantastic year for me.
As each year goes by, the same people say ‘that year was shitty, the next is going to be so good to me’ and they say it’s not.
I always feel weird about these kinds of things.
However, this is the first time I can say that it was a good year.
I began planning what I’ll be doing with the rest of my life, I’ve listened to wonderful music, and some of the best films I’ve ever seen, I’ve met the best girl, I graduated, and still, I have the best friends anyone could actually have.
A lot of people had passed away, but that’s what happens.
I’ve seen my friends cry this year, and I never have before.
I love them.
I loved this year, and I’m not worried about the next.