2011
2011, you were so cruel. You were like a selfish lover; you never gave, you only took. You, I will one day think, were the one who filled me with pleasures vague enough to be forgotten, with malaise dizzying enough to make forgetting you pleasurable. I’ll always remember you as the one that I had to let go, the one that I had to tell off, the one who made me disgusted with myself and yourself, and well, the both of us. But how can I truly blame you? It was also you who made me decide that if things were going to get any better, I had to change things myself. You taught me what was important to me just by showing me what wasn’t. By being so mediocre, you made me better.
