Wordsmoker

Hey. The Year 2013. I’m giving you fair warning. I’m coming for you.

Your close relative “2012″ has been the shittiest year of my life. I’ve sat through a lot of it feeling helpless. I’ve sat through a lot of it crying, sobbing, enraged, beaten and spent. 2012 has tried its best to grind me down, but it hasn’t won. With the help of friends far and wide, I’ve made it almost through it. There’s a fair bet that I’ll make it through New Year’s Eve – an even bet I’ll spend that night crying for those I’ve lost. My mother. Two cats. Friends distant and close. I’ll cry and I’ll sob again, and in 2013 I’ll probably cry and sob a fair bit too. But I’ve really had enough. Enough of being scared. Enough cowering. Enough being beaten. The anger within me is rising. Time is ticking louder than it ever has. Come 2013, I start to fight back. You haven’t seen fucking anything yet. I will return fire with love and compassion and the overwhelming desire to help both those I know and those I am I yet to meet. I will scrawl hope over despair. I will write the names of the beloved gone on the future. Their lives have been cut short, but I shall use the time I have left in the best way possible – creating good. Creating good in their name, and mine.

Again. 2013. I’m coming for you.