Baa-baa-blacksheep.
Aside from the rare stomach cartwheel, I find it odd to admit that life is good.
Pretty damn good.
My family is superclose, like always.
The poodles are well.
Progress is being made in taming the kitten.
My circle of friends is smaller, but closer.
School is... fun.
My relationship with Anthony is really great. The distance isn't as daunting as it was. Maybe because we're both making greater strives at seeing each other. He's wonderful.
Life is good.
Lately, I've felt that even if things weren't going so well... if life were like it was a few months ago... I'd be okay. I would definitely handle it better than I did then.
Loneliness doesn't bother me as much. Codependency isn't as huge of a factor as it was.
I'm okay with me being my only friend.
I'm glad that's not the case, of course, but I'm ready if it ever happens.
Friendships are fickle.
And I refuse to let my heart get broken again... it's been through far too much.
I'm in a good place, though.
And, for that, I am glad.
How did I get so lucky?
This has to be karma.
I'm finally getting good vibes for all the shit that I've gone through.
Where does that leave him?
It's none of my concern, of course, but I'm just curious.
I wouldn't wish what he put me through on anyone.
Except him, of course.
Ten fold.
As the song goes, I'm glad for what I've got and done with what I've lost.
And in case I lose my way, I've got my wonderful little bunch to help me find my way.