I probably won't be very hungry for a while, and I'll probably distract myself with more gym time, so I'll lose that 5+ pounds I've put on over the past few months (fucking birth control).
I don't have to deal with that fucking birth control anymore if I don't want to.
I'm rediscovering my angry lady rock, which I remember I do love, but which the emo shit pushed aside for a while. (Aw, I still love the emo shit too.)
People care enough about me to bring me sad, wallow-y mix CDs and flasks of whiskey.
I was upfront and direct instead of squashing everything down inside. I didn't get what I wanted, but at least I asked for it, and I'm proud of that. It's progress, in one way.
Better now than later, I guess.
Posted by thevieve at April 19, 2006 7:49 PM