I love you, but fuck you, 2019.
2019 is officially over (like a week ago), and I just have to write about it. Why? Because why not?
2019 started off great! Really. Witnessed my sister get married (not just married, but happily married), finally hopped on a plane after what it seemed like forever, and my career looked so promising back then.
Mid-2019, everything started to fall apart and come together at the same time. I don't know why and how, but it did. Imagine how badly my already-poor mental state got shookt. I won't get into the details because this may end up becoming a chapter of my fucking biography if I did.
So to cut this whole thing short, I am not who I thought I was when 2019 started. Don't worry, I am very happy with this discovery.
I was not completely surprised, but I am very disappointed with myself that I had to ignore this for so long. I ended up quitting my job and finally gave in to what is inevitable -- help manage the family business.
Everything that happened this year is against what my 2018-self stood for.
So to my past self, I'm sorry if you're disappointed. But I promise that our future self will be thankful for this.
Happy New Year!
