2019 is finally over, thank Me.
It sucked. It was the second worst year of my life.
On to happy thoughts.
I’m an incredibly strong woman. I’m a real giantess. I’m a survivor. I’m here to stay.
I wish the same for you. I wish you a happy 2020. I want love and joy for you, but there’s more to life than love and joy, so if there’s no love and joy in your life, I wish you strength, and the ability to find the fortitude to go on. You mean something. I don’t know what, because I don’t know who’s reading this, aside from the handful of my Faithful Readers (those that Will Be Spared Upon My Terrible Growth)… but you mean something.
Continue. That’s my wish for you as the boom of fireworks that remind me of the sound of my footsteps reach my ears.
Persevere. There is hate in the world, but there is love too. Don’t look for it. Create it.
Happy New Year!