Last year was terrible for me. Death was running rampant, I lost my apartment and had to move in with my moody, overbearing older sister for a while, lived in a crappy, albeit deceptively expensive motel for two weeks—it goes on and on. Despite all that, I'd say that the highlight of my year was making leaps and bounds with getting over the death of my brother. I'm still working my ass off and doing whatever I can to distract myself from thinking about it, but I feel as though I improved a lot—emotionally—by the end of last year. I went from planning suicide on my birthday (Nov. 10th) to deciding to fight on for my and my brother's sake (my brother died with a lot of things left unsaid), and that to me is the highlight of the century.