Each year to me is like shaking a snow globe. The glitter swirls around chaotically until things finally become still leaving the figurine in the center standing alone once again. There used to be many more people in my life. Each year they seem to slowly fade. This incessant cycle of depression and euphoria has already started to affect me. It only deteriorates.

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