If you listen real closely you can hear me banging the nails into my own coffin.
Anyways this year was fucking awful. One of my guinea pigs died, my mental health was shit, a bunch of family deaths of both pets and people, shitty summer vacation, politics/real world shit, and I'm pretty sure my relationship with my family got worse.
There were some good moments of course, like going to NYC in April with my dad and spending time with my brother and cousins. I also got into the Final Destination movies over the summer which was fun.
I don't have high hopes for 2018 because whenever I get hopeful everything goes to fuck. I just want the spring and summer to come back because winter sucks.
But yeah fuck 2017