hmmbivalent

Dear 2009,

Despite messing me up, I love you because of the musical discoveries you have ushered in and the personal realizations you have made me, well, realize.

I know now who and what's important and what must be done. I guess I do know too that though bridges can't be entirely burned down, there are people best left rotting in the past. They who have caused me much lacrymal fluid, sad playlists, and pack after pack of ciggies and bottles of beer.

And so I leave you with hypothetical tears in my eyes.

Not sure if I will miss you like 2008.