Because I haven't written in a while.
I have a weird internal thermometer, it seems. When other people are cold, I'm burning. The other day, I saw my friend go outside in a jacket, ear muffs and gloves, so I thought it was cold. But I went out in a sleeveless jacket and capri pants and was fine. My room is almost always it seems colder than anywhere else I go in the house. And I like it. Maybe it's my native american blood (as offensive as that might be to some) or maybe it's because I'm from Wisconsin. It just seems really ingrained in me. God knows I can't handle heat though. Get me warm enough and I want to upchuck. I can't stay in a hot shower too long or I have to fight passing out. Cold showers feel good anyway. Right now, we're currently being bombarded by snow and it looks pretty, but I know I am going to be useless for part of the day now. Yesterday, I was missing certain people pretty hard. I was and am doing great most of the time, but yesterday, for some reason, I just really missed and was heartbroken. But I'm over it. I've moved on, mostly, and am proud. I need to stop living in the past and I am happy that I no longer hurt at everything and am not thinking every second. So I've been ok. Yes, just ok.