He takes the day, but I am grown

So it's become a bit of a tradition, hasn't it... this whole "write a blog post at the beginning of each year" thing.
It's quite funny, since I honestly had almost forgotten about this space.

I guess I haven't been feeling that well in the past year, and the post I wrote last April pretty much sums up my mood (even now!). How sad, huh?

So here I am, tired, laying on the couch as I type these words, not entirely sure about WHAT.

All I know is in the past "new year" posts there was always some music, so I guess I should stick to that and give you a song? But what song? I don't even know what was my most listened one in 2017.

Okay, I thought of one. A pretty obvious one, to be honest... 

Last year I cried a lot. Like, A LOT. Puffy eyes, waterfalls streaming down my face, silent sobs... you name it. That was me. Sometimes every day. Sometimes in bed. Always alone.

Amy needs no introduction so I'm not gonna bore you with that (who am I even talking to? who reads this other than me?). Every time I listen to this song - or to her music in general - I feel understood. Which scares me, since I'm nearly 27 and not in the mood for dying, but also makes me feel good about how I feel... if that makes sense.

So here's a reminder: TEARS DRY. ON THEIR OWN.

Thanks, girl.