Breathing

I'm over it. And it's beautiful. I can breathe. That sounds cheesy, because it is, but it's true. I instantly feel better. Now I can focus on myself. Learn my carol lines instead of worrying if he likes me. Focus on little women instead of wondering wtf he means by his texts. I can go lose the weight I wanted to, I can find ways to feel pretty. It's gonna be great. He'll hate it :) 

I'm not a second choice, babe :)