
I had to sit there and be sad. I had literally no friends. I felt crazy asf. I was sad abt wanting things from, with, him. And then I was reminded of all the times I wanted it and still never got it or had to make a mountain out of it. I tried to find a group to join but my area is boring asf. I looked into just taking a semester course for fun, or workshops. I figured I hated the idea of trying so I started going to the gym. Btw don’t hate trying, that’s apparently negative anxiety assumptions.
I went to the gym. I got my bag. I literally just worked and went home. All that free time I built routine every time I felt kinda sad or angry. I did skin care. Or I worked out. Or I went and shopped for smth that really called to me so it felt like it was mine. I took so many new photos of myself even if I faked tf out of it. I began to literally see myself as HOT. Others noticed it. First time I was hit on, now multiple times this past year. I got the balls to join bumble, didn’t want to date
So I hooked up a few times. Strangers I got to know and explored myself. I was a bit manic or smth but it was hot girl summer with the YITTY freestyle so I was feeling it. I wore bikinis every day in the summer as my daily outfit. Tank top and tiny shorts. I got permanent jewelry. Tanned. Solo traveled to nearby places. Now winter is here and it’s all self care again. It’s great after the storm bbg