I have been baking cupcakes and brownies since Raw began tonight. If the WWE ever needs a character who is a single girl in her twenties who loves watching sweaty men fight while she eats cake and does commentary, I think I have the job.
My ex, who abused the fuck out of me, cheated on me, and basically turned me into a depressed, suicidal husk of a person just got engaged to the woman he cheated on me with.
I hate him so much. I hate her so much. I never want to see him again and I have worked for TWO YEARS to properly deal with this and put it behind me, but I still feel like crying for the next day and a half.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I am 10 times a better person now because of what I went through, simply because I not have the self-esteem and confidence to do anything I want, but it still feels so weird.
I WILL NEVER BE SAD AGAIN.
I traveled to two libraries today to find a book and was promptly asked twice if I wanted to sign up for the teen summer reading program. For the record, I turn 25 in 3 months.
Here I go, here I go, here I go again
Girls, what’s my weakness?
I thought since it’s a nice day I could take my adorable cruiser out for a bike ride. Instead I pedaled home with a fucking Westie chasing me and nipping at my shoelaces. I swear to god my life is becoming a stereotypical film more and more each day.