& that's life
So yeah. I feel kind of newer. I'm not over Jack, unfortunatley I've realized I might not be for a while, but I can try to be every day, and I can make a decision to act like I don't give a fuck. My anger has resurfaced. I'm aggressive with everyone that confronts me in any way, and with some who don't. Caileen is really, really my ride or die bitch, even though we're not faced with that decision. Brett is too much of a child for me, unfortunatley, but it's okay. I'm going to get thinner and fitter, so when swimsuit season comes I can knock their socks off, but keep my pants on. I haven't decided about my hair today. My ankles get worse every day. For some reason, I bruise my hips as well. It's whatever. I'll make it through. I'm not preganant. What if I can't have children? Idfk. It's all a bit too much for me, but it doesn't matter, I don't really have a choice. ILY.