Dear two-thousand and eleven,
I don't know whether I should thank you or completely hate you. I mean, you gave me a lot this year, but you also took so much from me. I guess I'll start by berating you. How could you start like that? 2010 gave me such hope and happiness that you'd be better, but you started this relationship terribly. You gave me what I wanted and then screwed me over (sounds like a lot of things in my life..). You pushed me deep into depression which set me apart from my friends and hurt my academics. I can't even believe I let myself live you for so long. Maybe 2012 will finally be my year, because you haven't offered much. I mean, you changed me. I'm not who I was with 2011 or even 2010, and I wont be the same with 2012 either. Oh, and that wasn't the only thing. You took away my grandmother. The one I still was just getting to know. The one I had everything in common with. "More things than you could imagine," they said. And it's not just her. You've taken it upon yourself to throw cancer my way. Not at me, specifically, but at what feels like everyone around me. I don't even see the point. If that's your idea of "population control" you've got some serious mental problems (but then again, so do I. I'm writing a letter to a measurement of time..). You've confused me, beyond belief with your mixed signals. Just because I'm a teenage girl, doesn't mean you need to constantly change the plot in my life story. I mean really, mood swings are not my thing.
But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you were just getting me ready for 2012. I mean, you did really give me a lot. Like the gift of the support of my amazing team and all our success. And the support of my family even when I was falling apart. And you gave me so many lessons on who to trust. You taught me how to love without fear, be myself without hesitation, laugh with out reason and smile without cause. You gave me the gift of survival through our relationship.You gave me friends that I've never loved so much, teachers I've never learned so much from, events that I'll never be able to forget and memories that will last my whole life through. When things went good, they went great. You were amazing to me, and I couldn't have ended this at a better point in time. I do believe you have Bipolar Disorder, though. You should get that checked out. You have given me strength to endure and overcome. You've given me power over my ideas and self worth. You've given me everything, all packed into one short punch. I'm glad I signed a pre-nup or I'd be screwed. I couldn't live without what you've taught me, 2011.
I feel like Robin Williams in Mrs. Doubtfire. I mean, I don't want to give you up, but maybe it's for the best. I don't want to lose all the things we've had, but "baggage" should be left behind. And maybe, just maybe, My thoughts might end up creeping back to you for more, but I don't expect you to love me anymore. You served me well, in your time, but as I must do with all years, I have to go. Not just yet, though. We've still got a couple of days. But I couldn't help but draft this up before I got busy trying to move all of 2012 in to my house.
So don't think this is the end. We still have that last leg of the race. We're still alive and kickin'. But let me tell you something, if you're not gone with all your extra baggage off to your cousin History's house by the time the clock strikes midnight on December 31st, so help me, I'll have all my ex-years come after you. You've served me well, but it's time to go. Thanks for sticking around, but oh, you forgot the snow.
Thanks for all your love and support, but it's time to say goodbye.
I love you, two-thousand and eleven. Enjoy History...
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
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