My mother said today that this was the worst year of her life.

I don't know whether I can agree with her or not. On one hand... this was a really, really bad year.

But at the same time, it was an amazing year.

When I look back, I don't know what I'll remember from 2006 the most. February, when everything went to shit? July, the month of parties and concerts? September and October, when I met authors and took too many trips to NYC and finally met Kait in person? Will I remember the times I laid on my bed wanting to cry, or sleep, or just die? Or will I remember all the time I spent with my friends?

I'd like to forget the drama, forget the bad things. But forgetting the past means repeating it.

I hope that in 2007, we won't repeat the mistakes of 2006.