Reflection.

I've never been more glad to end a year. I've hit my lows this time. I hit a few other things on the way, too... heh.

This year:
My parents finalized their divorce.
My dad met his girlfriend.
I felt rejection for the first time.
I bought my first car.
I had my first car accident.
I felt hate for the first time.
My psychological well-being was put into question.
I needed someone to pick me up at 3 in the morning and let me cry.
I feared for my life for the first time.
I found a friend that was happy to pick me up at 3 in the morning and let me cry.
I traveled to another continent.
My inner circle got a whole lot bigger.
I realized how much I enjoy olives.
I dug myself into almost $2,000 of debt.
'Best friend" became alot more than just a childhood word for claiming someone.

I'm not gonna lie, I feel kind of let down by the way my year ended. I promised myself I wouldn't end it with a bad taste in my mouth... but I did. Oh well. We move on. I move on. Lucky for me, though, I've got a heart full of optimism and a group of friends that I love more than ever. I've come to realize that it's not gonna be a disgustingly cheesy episode of The O.C. every time we hang out. We've gotta throw in those couple of episodes where Marissa pops pills in T.J. or the ones where Ryan knocks up some random mexican bitch. I'm cool with that, though. It keeps shit interesting.

So I guess... here goes nothing.