This was 2012 for me.

Fell in love.

Fell out of it.

Realised people can be too damn selfish.

Got hurt. Again.

Decided to keep my thoughts to myself until someone proves they are worth the hurt and pain.

Hated my career. Then loved it.

Wanted to quit my job. Then decided to not just give up without a fight, stay on, and prove myself.

Travelled to places.

Met newer people.

Came across incidents that made me question our civilisation and values.

Came across incidents that made me believe in the goodness of the human race again.

Loved football more and more.

Fell out of touch with Formula One for a while.

Wasted a lot of time “derping” around.

Made myself mentally stronger and more determined.

Waited for a long time for TDKR to release. Then watched it alone.

Fought a lot.

Argued a lot.

Made up a lot.

Apologised a lot.

Broke my heart a lot.

Tweeted a lot.

Made some new friends.

Lost touch with some old ones.

Made some people smile. Hopefully.

Hurt some, too.

Called people names and castigated them. Realised later that they aren’t all that bad.

Watched A LOT of crap of television.

Fell ill and recuperated.

Cried into my pillow. A lot.

Laughed like a maniac. A lot.

Did not write enough.

Did not say “I love you” as often as I would have liked to.

Lost my sense of optimism, choosing to turn into a cynic instead.

Did not run enough.

Clung onto my escapist fantasies, ignoring reality.

Song of the Day: "Stand By Me" (Oasis)