Tonight’s my last night at 24. I’m not sure what to think. My lucky number, 24, has proven to be more problematic than lucky. This last year has been a hell of a year. I’ve lost at least 4 people I thought I was close to, within this year. A shame, really. My caring, worry, and general interest I’m their well-being backfired. What can one do but move on? That’s what I have done.

Realistically, I’m not at the point of my life that I wish I was, but I’m continuing on this journey to the best of my ability.

As I sit here and drink my beer, I’m resolving to make this next year my best and happiest yet, and I’ll be damned if I let ANYONE try and ruin that for me. Tomorrow is a new day!