This year started out pretty shitty for me but I’m working through it. It’s certainly true that you find out who’s really there for you when the shit hits the fan. I’ve realized you have to be your own best friend and that you really can’t rely on anyone but yourself. I have literally cried at least once every day since December 27th and have not really opened up about it much. I can be stoic that way, hiding and saving crying jags for when I’m alone, but inside I’ve felt like a part of me has died. It’s times like this that I wish I had the kind of friends who would kidnap me and make me go out and have fun and instead of the kind who bail on plans.
