Boy, do we need to talk.
When a year comes to an end, it usually doesn’t feel any different to me. I’m not usually one to be so excited about the change of year and what is to come, because it all feels the same. Normally I have a few fun things planned for the next year, but in all reality, it just doesn’t feel any different at all.
You’re the first year I almost don’t want to make a scrapbook for.
You are the one year that I absolutely cannot wait to leave in the dust.
I am going to PARTY on January 1, 2018 at 12:00 AM when you’re over. There are three major events that happened during your reign that not only brought me immense pain, but changed my life: