Goodbye, 2016
What a wild, hellish ride you’ve been.
So much happened—more than I ever expected in a single year.
The full spectrum of life’s cruel theatrics unfolded before me, just when I thought I had it all figured out— when I believed my life was perfect, only to realize it was nothing but a staged play, a scripted lie for someone else’s gain.
The whole package: Numbness that silenced both joy and sorrow, A new lens to see the world—sharp, unforgiving, Learning to trust that gut feeling when it whispers “something’s wrong,” Figuring out which faces are real friends, And accepting that not all who surround you wear loyalty’s mask.
Love, I learned, doesn’t always conquer all.
Sometimes the one you cherish holds a different dream.
Heartbreak loops on repeat, day after day,
Turning life into a nightmare that clings to your every breath.
But goodbyes?
They’re not always endings.
Sometimes, they’re gateways—doors opening to new journeys, Far better to leave behind a shabby, storm-ravaged relationship than to stay chained by the weight of others’ opinions, Ignoring your own happiness.
I’m grateful, too— For the few who stood firm beside me, Through the wreckage and ruin,Proving loyalty still breathes in this broken world.
People change—sometimes painfully so.
Best friends become strangers,
And strangers can blossom into the family you never expected.
Betrayal?
It stings so deep it can turn hope into despair overnight.
When those you trusted most shatter that faith, It feels like the world has lost its color.
But here’s the truth:
Don’t waste time chasing those who never cared,
Stop blaming yourself for storms you never caused.
Starting over?
It’s terrifying.
A plunge into the unknown.
But also—a chance.
A chance for something new, Something better, A journey waiting just beyond the horizon.
2016, you were excruciating, surprising, Life-changing, friendship-shattering, An emotional roller coaster I never asked to ride.
So, goodbye.
Thank you—for the lessons, for the pain, for the growth.
I am ready now.
Ready for 2017.
