This winter, I’ve learned a few things.
I’ve learned that even your best friends can be your worst enemies at times.
I’ve learned that no one who offers their help is actually willing to help you.
I’ve learned that men around here who try to be your friend are really just trying to sleep with you.
I’ve learned that being alone isn’t a bad thing, and that it’s okay to do things without people and go on your own adventures.
I’ve learned to laugh at life and love every minute of every hour. Because no one makes it out alive and everyone ends up alone eventually.
I’ve learned a lot about myself this winter.
But the most important thing I learned was that life continued after you. Waking up started to become easier and easier until one day I didn’t think about you anymore when I woke up, or when I laid my head down to sleep.
You no longer consumed me.
This has been the coldest and most brutal winter I’ve had in a long time.
I couldn’t of asked for it any other way.