I’m gonna make this post short.
This is it, the last days of the year of our Lord, 2017. But I’m still alive and breathing, and feeling for that matter. This year gave me few heartaches, struggles and blessings. I’ve been brokenhearted twice and for God’s sake I don’t wanna go over that feeling again. But who am I to be exempted from that shitty mess?
All I know is I’m still trying to love me. A constant struggle, I know. But a new year can make new hopes, right?
Sucks to be the one crying but hey, I’m done with that. I’ll miss you, Jake but I’m putting the final dot here.