Dear 2010,

You weren't the greatest year.

To be honest, in the beginning, I didn't like you very much at all.

You gave me grief. You gave me sadness. You gave me insecurities.

And to be honest, you tore me down and made me feel well, hopeless.

But you know those people or songs or things that (I guess because you don't know), you don't really like them at first? But then they just sort of... grow on you?

Well, 2010, I think you were like that.

I think you kind of rubbed off on me, and you know what?

You didn't turn out so bad.

I'm glad I can welcome your friend 2011 without judgement and with a happy face.

2011... I can't wait to meet you.