Excerpts from a book I’ll never write

This year, I have learnt what friendship is NOT. What love is not, what magic is not.

It’s been a ruthless, difficult year and sometimes I didn’t even know how I was going to make it through the next hour.

I have learnt the faces of monsters, memorised them in my sleep, and waged wars in my head, but most importantly, I’ve learnt that I’ve been searching for magic, love and friendship in all the wrong places.

Here’s to hoping 2020 is a little kinder, a little brighter, and a little less mean than 2019 was.