Losing your mind for the sake of your heart.

  2011 was the best and worst year of my life. And for readers or followers who are sick of me posting about being sad and depressed, I don’t care. This is a reminder to myself and an obituary of sorts. 2011 is finally over. I’m on my own and doing fine. Having gone through the worst experience of my life, and many women’s lives, with very little support from people who I thought were my friends, and horrid treatment from someone I loved, I’m still standing. I learned to get over people not liking me. I don’t hold grudges against the “friends” that dropped me when I needed them, it’s fine, they’re fine. And it is in the past. I have rid my life of pathetic people who care only about superficiality, themselves, and records. I am no longer in a relationship where my only plans were to get a cute apartment, go to coffee shops and indie shows, and talk about pop culture. I am no longer weak enough to date the type who womanizes and emotionally manipulates. I am going to work on being more forgiving to those who deserve it, and more understanding of those who need it. I no longer make excuses for deadbeat parents or unkind people, because guess what? It’s not that hard to be a decent person, and no matter how you rationalize it, It’s NEVER acceptable. I’m so grateful for the things that happened in 2011; I may not be the coolest and most popular girl in the Rochester scene, I may not get invited to cookie potlucks and epic parties anymore, but I’m OK. Now I am free to live my own life, do the things I want to do, and find friends and loves that are good, honest, and decent. 

Thank you 2011, for freeing me from an easy life of mediocrity, and teaching me that getting your heart broken is sometimes the best gift that life can give.