Halfway through the year and I can say that it’s been hell. I’ve been dragged through the dirt, wasted tears on the most irrelevant people, had the boundaries of my friendships tested, had vicious lies and rumours spread about me.. but the best part of it all is that I’m still here. Alive, breathing, healthy. And I’ve withstood it all. So no matter what happens now, at least no one can call me weak. You only learn how strong you are when you’re thrown into a whole bunch of shit times.