2017 for some people was a fast year. But for me it wasn’t. It was the year I strived for lasting friendships and failed. The year I realized how much my relationships have narrowed down into a few people, but also the year I’ve known who my real people are. The year I battled with depression and anxiety the longest. The year I dragged myself to live and breathe. The year I lost most sleep because of freaking anxiety dear me those months were horrible. The year I became self-aware and loved myself more. The year I recognized I thrive being alone (but also need fellowship once in a while). The year I did whatever I feel like doing because I’m tired of living my life for other people. The year I freaking cried over lots of things (especially my career and ego and God knows what) other than matters of the heart (thank the Lord for guarding my heart). The year I was too eager to reach out that I became too transparent it’s alarming and offensive to some?! THE YEAR I ACKNOWLEDGED I AM NOT MEANT TO BE PUT IN A BOX LIKE WHERE I AM AT THE MOMENT.