This was 2013.

Pretty much like each year, this was 2013 for me.

- Fell madly in love, with someone who didn’t give a fuck.

- Fell out of it.

- Realised people can be too damn selfish.

- Got hurt. Again.

- Got my heart broken. Again.

- Fell ill and recuperated. All by myself.

- Learnt to take care of myself.

- Learnt how to put up a façade of normalcy and level-headedness.

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

- Loved every bit of my career.

- Covered my first Wimbledon.

- Visited Anfield -- now I can die in peace.

- Enjoyed a day in the beautiful Liverpool.

- Learnt a word a day.

- Drove a lot.

- Walked a lot.

- Didn’t run as much.

- Played a lot of basketball, not enough football.

- Met new people, most turned out to be jerks.

- 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.

- Hated my life at a certain point.

- Laid on my bedroom floor for a complete weekend, crying.

- Tortured my body with a high temperature of 103 degrees (after coming back from London). Told no one, cooked for myself, still ate nothing, and recuperated. Felt oddly proud of myself.

- Wasted a lot of time on the internet.

- Never wanted a dog more badly. A stray pup, from the Friendicoes shelter.

- Fought a lot.

- Argued a lot.

- Apologised a lot.

- Tweeted a lot.

- Reconnected with my mother again, after having yelled at her quite a lot. Realised the parents aren’t getting younger and I only have so much time with them. Which made me sad.

- Made some new friends.

- Made some people smile. Hopefully.

- Hurt some, too.

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

- 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. (Who should I say it to?)

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

- Clung onto my escapist fantasies, ignoring reality.

Song of the Day: "Where Did It All Go Wrong?" (Oasis)