After the worst fucking year of my life, it turns out it's almost over now. I'm 16 now and I think I'll atleast my now ripe age and new year should re new me of what happened this year. (look at older posts)

Yea, that's right, my birthday is December 24th. The only thing good about Christmas is my birthday. My biological dad, not the one who recently died, died a few days after Christmas when I was a child. I was 2 at the time, so I didn't understand what had happened. The thing about Christmas is that they expect you to be happy, when so many people aren't. Surprisingly, even how my life is and has turned out, I still, in my opinion, can keep a good will, atleast good enough to want to keep living. So no, this isn't a suicide letter, just my sight on my birthday, which isn't going to be too happy this year. I'm atleast living a good enough life to be slightly depressed, but not enough to not love life. No matter what life does, I don't think I'll ever actually HATE it, just momentarily doubt it's fairness. BUT, if anyone is actually going to read this shit, I don't want to make you depressed right before Christmas, so I'll end it here. All in all, I've gotten a lot of support from friends, so I only have to worry about having my family get through this. So if anyone read this, don't get too depressed. Have a good holiday, whatever you celebrate. I'll post in the New Year, hopefully with renewed vigor.