On new years eve, I had so much confidence in the year 2019. I said to myself, "2019 is my year. I can feel it". I said to my family, "2019 is our year. It's going to be great!" Well then tell me how we have already gotten into 2 car accidents, my brother was hit me a freaking car, and multiple of my mother's friends and colleges died, including one that my mom considered as a sister. Nothing breaks my heart more than seeing my mom cry. And I have seen her cry so much already. IT'S ONLY MARCH!!! Just when my family thinks that we're in the clear, something else happens. I hate this year and want it to be over already. I hate everything. I wish I didn't have to leave my house, I wish I didn't have to go to school, I wish I didn't have to talk to anyone. I genuinely and truly hate everything. As I held my mother, she cried out to God. "Help us" "Just give us a break" "Please...