Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing on the lifeboats.

Well, grade eleven has been one hell of a year. I'm glad it happened and I'm glad I got through it, and more than anything I'm glad it's done.

It's just been one thing after another. My grandmother died and when I was at the lowest point in my life and I didn't think I could even get out of bed, let alone be a good and supportive friend, half of my friends decided they hate me and don't care to know me anymore.

And then my grandfather got sick.

And then my dog died.

And then my grades started to slip.

And then I started fighting with the people who care most about me.

I guess I've sort of been putting off writing about this topic because I have so much to say and I'm not really sure how to say it.

All in all, grade eleven has been a crappy year, but it did show me that I am strong and that even when it seems like the whole world is against me, I can make it through.

This year has shown me a lot about other people, too. I've learned who I can and cannot trust. I've learned that no matter how much you do for a person, that sometimes it just doesn't matter. I've learned that there are some people who will never change. Mostly, I've learned who are my true friends, and who are the fake friends.

I'm not going to pretend that what happened this year didn't hurt. I'm not going to say that there aren't times when I'm laying in bed, trying to fall asleep and I don't miss the way things used to be. Anyone who says they can end a friendship without feeling anything is lying.

That being said, I'm happier now. I think that what hurt the most isn't that I'm not friends with certain people anymore, it's the careless and heartless way they were to me when I needed them the most.

I guess all you can do in this world is take the hand dealt to you and do your best with it. When you're dealt a shitty hand, all you can do is play your best and keep smiling.

Let it be.

"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible, and how it can actually ache in places you didn’t you had inside, and it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wondering what you did wrong, or how you could have misunderstood, and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light of day and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you’ll go somewhere new, and you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again, and little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

The Holiday