Walking through the year,

passing by events,

stepping on the challenges of life. 

When I look back, 

some things really stand out to me. 

Like how that was the year I started highschool,

and the year I went to a mental hospital. 

That year was the year I was diagnosed with a different kind of arthritis.

That was also the year I began writing poetry

and read classic books for the first time. 

So many events of that year has blurred together,

that the only thing that reminds me that its a new year is, 

I write '17 instead of  '16 on the date of my papers.