Reading through my previous post, now on this first day of the new year, I honestly wish that I could go back in time and hug my november 30th self. I'ld tell her that everything will get better when she least expected it. That grabbing the first opportunity that came along was the best thing she could do. That she shouldn't have worried about what people thought about her because they didn't matter anyway. That yes, while people can hurt and you wanna do all you can to impress these same (insanely ridiculous) people, all you should do is continue doing what you've been doing, be as friendly and nice as you possibly can, generally be a better person- and if they don't get it, it's THEIR problem. That while living life in the moment may be awesome, getting personal down-time is awesom-er. I'ld tell her that it's okay to feel downtrodden sometimes; just remember that at the end of the day, you're the only one who can pick yourself up and carry on. And you did.

And then I'ld wish myself the freshest of experiences and to embrace & learn from what's to come, because that's the beauty of a new year. Starting afresh with a clean slate while building on the past for the present. Looking forwards while looking back (but not too far back or else it's just plain self-indulgence). Then I'll give my 30th november self another hug and then send me on my way, while wishing her all the best.