SOOOO GUYS, it’s nearly 2016 and I can’t believe how quickly 2015 has gone! Everyone’s doing new year’s resolutions, and I-
I CANNOT write like that any more. Writing like that’s good and all, and I love posts that start off like that, but it’s not me and that’s what this post is about.
I’m going to do this my own way, by telling you what I’m going to do next year. Hopefully it won’t bore you to tears. I want to show you, well, ME and what I think. So, in my typical lazy as shit fashion, let’s do a list of PARAGRAPHS.
Next year, I’m going to be kinder to myself. I’m going to smile and laugh more, and not get so angry when I do things wrong. I’m going to take pride in what I do, and realise I’m okay when I think I’ve done something good.
I’m going to make as many people as happy as possible. I’m going to show them I’m here, that they don’t have to shut their problems out. I’m going to talk to more people at school, showing them I’m not some idiot who can’t socialise, because I’m not afraid to talk to them. Why should I be?
I’m going to help my friends when they need me. I want them to know that friendship is when you support each other, and I’m going to do that as much as I can.
I’m going to continue to write this blog, because it’s my home. I want to help people, and if I help people through my posts, it’ll make my year. I’ll continue writing as I am, because that’s who I want to show you, not lists or the me that loves books or writes about philosophical things, but ALL of me. You deserve to see it.
And the one thing I’m terrified about?
I’m going to get a conclusion for the Ash situation, for MYSELF. We’ll never be friends again, but by the end of 2016, I’m going to have talked to him again. I don’t care if that’s on good terms, but I won’t leave it like this. Maybe that’s just me wanting something to happen, but I don’t know. I need an end to almost a year, now, of pent up hurt and anger and confusion. It’s what I deserve and I can’t deny it to myself.
I’m going to make mistakes. I’m going to screw up, and cry, and fail and scream and go through as many rough patches as I’ve done this year. A year ago, I did some awful things – even 6 months ago, when I thought I knew what I was capable of in the realm of being horrible. I was immature a year and a half ago, and I’m going to be immature next year, and do some horrendous things that I’ll blog about because I’ll either feel guilty or think I’m right. I’ll have good days and bad days and be the Elm you know, and the Elm I will discover in the next year, because I’m going to change – you all know that. In life, we change, no matter what we go through.
I hope you’ll join me, with your stories and your laughter and your tears, because we’ll help each other through. It’s what we do, right? We can’t go through this alone.
Here’s to a year of happiness and sadness and everything in between, a year where we’re more than we were in the last. Here’s to a year where we make mistakes, but we’re more aware of them; a year where we do stupid things, but instead of brushing them off, we embrace them and learn to smile about it.
Thank you for seeing me through these last 9 months. No matter if you were here from the start or you started following me yesterday, thanks for being a part of my life. It means a lot to me.
OH BY THE WAY, it’s my birthday tomorrow. Scary stuff.
From Elm 🙂