A breakup letter to 2015.

Dear 2015,

Goodbye. I keep trying to picture in my head what I would say to you if you were a physical entity that I could actually talk to but sitting here, I have nothing other than the noise of clinking glasses and soundless screams. That would be the best way to sum up the days you spent with me. You came with the rainless winter, disappointing. You brought with you all the doubts of the year that had just passed in a disguise of hope. Soon winter melted to spring, I saw you for who you were. A replication of bad feelings that I thought had been gone for good. The voices in my head that had been silenced found their voices and started to sing. They were no longer vibrations but loud operas played by the highest sopranos whose voices shattered glass and littered sharp shards across the floor of my brain. When spring felt the burn of the summer heat, something changed. Instead of burning through my skin, all I felt was the warmth enclosing my body. Worries were scorched away, and I went on a trip that changed my perspective. This happiness carried onto fall and for the first time in a while, I felt okay with being the way I was. I stopped apologizing for existing and instead acknowledged how I was and would always be and used it for my benefit. 2015, you went from being one of the worst years that I had lived to being one of the most rewarding years. You taught me lessons that I'll carry on for as long as I live and taught me to stop apologizing for who I am. I will only live this life once, and I'll never live our time together again, unless time traveling comes to be.  I hope our memories are never forgotten and reading back on journal entries will remind me of both the good times and the bad.  I don't want to forgot the bad, as funny as that sounds. I think it's important to know where you started and its contrast to where you ended up. I'll never forget you, and you will always have a special place in my heart.

XOXO,

Ankita