Well, we've gotten through another year, and frankly, it's been a huge, steaming load of bullshit for me. My grandmother is dead, my parents' relationship is completely shot, depression is causing me to dissociate and/or hate myself more and more frequently, for which I'm currently unable to get psychological help, and Donald Trump, a.k.a. the reincarnation of Adolf fucking Hitler, is running for president. Needless to say, I don't exactly have high hopes for 2016, but I'm not throwing in the towel yet. I have to keep fighting, to recover at least some small shard of hope in this mess.

Happy New Year, my furry friends. Stay strong. May 2016 grant you comfort in your sorrows and a reprieve from whatever suffering you may face.