I’m at a point where I could choose to just feel sorry for myself and blame you for never changing and wallowing in the fact that we’ll never be the “us” that I always knew we would be.
But I’m not. I’m not mad at you and I’m not mad at me. Life doesn’t always give us what we want.
I have 10 months left here. I can’t decide if that’s too much time or not enough time but that’s 10 months to grow within myself and within my city. I feel like I’m finally starting to wake up.
I’ve had this sudden outburst of confidence lately and it’s such a weird thing to experience. I feel sexy. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt sexy before.