In the name of Christmas

The year has been quite a ride. All the tears and laughter. I feel down most of the time. Usually when I'm alone. Thank God for my family and my girlies, they've made life less over-bearing. I 'm not sure what I'm trying to get at here. I'm feeling nostalgic. I miss alotta old routines. But inevitable that things change. Life goes on. No matter how hard I've tried to adapt. It's still hard. But thank God for the selected few who are close to heart. I don't want to die for them. I want to kill for them. I want to be there whenever they need me. Like how I need them. Inspire them, like how they've inspired me. This overwhelming love for these few is unspeakable. Not because it's hard. Saying them makes it sounds frivalous. But I'd say it anyway. So they know. And when the time comes, I'll prove it. I hope I have. And I'll never stop. I love all of you. Those dear to my hearts. You know who you are. I believe I've made it very clear. I've come to yet another turning point in my life. Nothing is predictable anymore. I'm not really on guard. And it scares me. Yet the adrenaline makes up for the strength to help me move on. To help myself, and help others. Merry Christmas to my favourite family, my favourite girls & boys. Merry Christmas to new friendships. Merry Christmas to Grandma. Marry Christmas to friends who've helped. Merry Christmas to my one and only. Merry Christmas to new beginnings. Merry Christmas to memories. Merry Christmas, everyone.