Honestly, I'm awestruck by how quickly this year ended. 2022 was obviously a whole lot better than 2023, but I can't bring myself to say that 2023 was entirely horrible.
I lost quite a few people and also befriended some new ones.
Those four to five horrible weeks did lead to a bunch of beautiful days, wherein everything seemed to be perfect.
All the days which were really hard to get by, sort of feel worth it because I feel closer to my own self.
I assess both myself and people around me much differently than before.
In a few minutes, it will be 2024, and 2023 will just become "last year" like the other thirteen years of my life have.
I'll turn fifteen in March next year, why does that feel so heavy on me.
I hope next year goes by better.
I hope I don't forget the lessons I've learnt this year.
I hope everyone who reads this has a fantastic new year <33
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Randomill document some stuff going on in my life on the daily, here. well not on the daily, but whenever I feel like it
