I lied about that last post.
I think this year made me and broke me. I'm so tired. God, I'm so tired. Staying in the swamp ended up being a good thing. I don't have much else reason to stay here except for the one perk of this silly-sweet town. Thanks kiddo, you never fail to make me stop hating you by the 31st of December. I hope you get a new job, a new gal, a new outlook on life and most of all a new haircut, I'm getting sick of your shit. I kid.
I'd say "I love you" or some other sappy shit, but you know me - feelings aren't my strong suit. Thanks for inspiring my blog at the start of the year, picking me up and kissing my wounds, you're a good pal.
It felt wrong to end this blog without mentioning you, Chur to the walks, cuddles and adventure time d8s. My favourite car ride, my favourite bed, my favourite guy. See you when we're 45 and married to some really swell people.
Goodbye 2013 Goodbye my last reminder of high school.