I can't figure myself out.
I can't figure out how I feel about this, either.
It takes so much.
Every day, it takes a little bit out of me, in a way.
She has a right to like him, and an option.
I...well, I've got nothing at this point.
But I'll be okay.
I believe in myself, that makes me stronger.
I'll be alright.
No matter what, I will.
It's not about him anymore.
And I do love me, for who I am, all the time.
SO there.
posted by Teresa at 12:10 AM
