My social life, for instance. We're a bunch of grannies in teen bodies. We love to nap, eat, and bicker about both of the aforementioned.
You. I went through a massive cleanse last week - deleted photos and memories.
Him. "Um, K, wtf are you doing? This? Over a boy? Oh please. That's right, I have a damn good point." Enough social noobs!
Hello, new life.
I may be horrifically failing math, but I'm getting an A in my upper division german philosophy class. Yes!
I bought my first sports bra. This is a big deal.
DM, MW, BO, JS - you are my faves. Hands up, down, sideways.
It seems to be so easy to just slip into the mindset of having a boy around. I forget that that only makes me weaker and dependent. I'm not ready to say goodbye to my control again. I'm grateful nothing ever came of "I kindasorta have a crush on you." Maybe one day I'll be ready again, but for now, I'll practice treating myself out! Its such a better use of my time. Exercise, school, eat, talk = consume me, please. I won't trade physical or emotional intimacy for nothing less than what I deserve. I'll admit, I do miss spooning and cuddling. Thank God my bed is so ridiculously comfortable that I'm not exactly willing to share anyway.
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