I like to think I’ve grown into a better, stronger person over the last eight months. But who’s to say, I guess.
A lot has happened and a lot has changed since the last time I wrote down any of my feelings and inner most thoughts.
Some silly boy, who was never good enough for me, broke my heart.
I decided I needed to move back in with my mom.
The company I worked for eliminated my position and laid me off.
I started going to the gym, though somehow gained 15 pounds. It’s all muscle, I swear. I’m working towards real goals that I made and can see the difference in my body every time I look in the mirror. And I love knowing that I am in control of how I look and feel.
I have a new job, and while I’m not loving it, it does have its perks.
And I’m in a new relationship with someone who I can see myself falling for. But don’t tell him that.
I’m still playing hard to get.