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4.4

The most important thing I accomplished in 2015 was to survive. I lived so many of my days wishing for everything to end, the end credits cut short, the plot line breaking and taking a sharp turn downwards, that I forgot what it meant to live. I don't want to be like that ever again. This year, I'm making myself into someone I can be proud of. I'm going to work harder and do more with my life. Life itself is fragile, like the intricate strands woven into a spider's web, thin, and easily broken. We are attached to this world through a series of strings, and I'm afraid I've cut some. Slowly. Slowly. They'll start to grab me and bring me back down to earth. I'll no longer be like a balloon, floating and wandering through the world, lost and without direction. This year, things are changing, and for the better. Specifically, for the betterment of myself, and not for others. I'm done being a people pleaser. People need to learn limits and where the line between asking and demanding is. So, yeah, screw you 2015. 2016, I hope you're my year.