Fuck 2014

Fuck you Michael; you broke my heart. I gave everything to you, I changed my life because you helped me realize I was living wrong. I did nothing but improve and then you damaged my already fragile ability to trust. I’m glad you decided to finally stop texting me almost a full year after we broke up (like… three days ago).

Fuck you Natalie; you lived with us, pretended to be my friend and care about me, and your thoughtless and cruel actions destroyed the best relationship I’ve ever had. You’re a liar and a hypocrite and that is why you’ll probably never be happy.

Fuck you Mark; I did everything I could to try to erase you from my life and you’ve managed to weasel your way in with emails or messages at the WORST possible moments. I’m not going to think about you again unless I have to, you’re a ghost.

Fuck you teleNetwork and almost everyone who works there; if you work there you’re either an awful human being or way too good for that place. I’m hurting right now but I’m very glad I quit. Being broke hurts lot less than being treated like shit 50-70 hours a week.

Fuck you Chris; just… fuck you. You know what you did.

Fuck you Curtis; I thought you were something special but you’re just a narcissistic, lying phony. Really, go fuck yourself.

Fuck you Texas; I’m 99% sure I only have a few weeks left here. I’m just… done. The summer is too hot, the winter is terrible, and your politics suck.

Fuck you insecurity, doubt, fear and laziness. I’m done with you guys too.

Fuck you 2014, it’s been real… real fucking awful.

Bring on 2015.