7/30/22

- 3:19am -

I started working out again, though I'm making little progress so I'm gonna have to step it up some notches.


The breakup blues are kicking in. I'm over him, I really am. But there's just all of those sweet memories replaying over and over. Like him dancing around with me in my room that night. What I'd give to have the old him back. Maybe I'm looking for the old me honestly, I feel like I changed. No, I know better then that. I didn't change, I truly didn't. I'm only changed now. He taught me what I want and what I don't want in a relationship. He taught me not to respect the disrespectful. He taught me to laugh a little and not take things so serious.

Maybe I miss him.


I just wish he cared for me like he used to. It got the point where I just felt like a friend to him that he could call when it was convenient for him.

I miss my old self. I was a whole different person with him, I don't know who I am anymore. It's like all I care about is myself anymore. I guess that's expected though, you know coming out of a relationship where I'm used to caring about him and now I don't have anybody to give that care to besides myself. But it's honestly helped me a lot, I've been more productive and I care a lot more about my image and room. I keep my stuff clean and tidy. It's nice having a little bit of self respect now. I'm starting to slowly become more self aware as well, I listen to my gut and don't say the random things that aren't important anymore. I feel like a more likeable person, but at the same time, I don't like people anymore so I'll never know