Well, here is a bit of a to-do. :-D
I had pretty much one plan for the forseeable future, and that was staying clear of boys.
Heh, see how far that lasted...
I should have learned by now, just when I swear off something, life will drop it right in my lap, gift-wrapped and all.
I've been working harder than ever on myself lately, and I've come to accept some things.
This might sound strange, but at the end of the day I'm grateful to the ex.
I was so low around the time he dumped me, I hated myself and my life.
If he hadn't left me, I'd never have started on the anti-depressants, and my life would still be a miserable hell.
Sometimes love can turn to habit, and then simply to pig-headed stubborness.
You invest so much time and emotion in someone you cant stand to let them go, no matter how bad they are for you.
I'm better off now.
But it still stings sometimes, and old habits die hard.
