Thoughts

I'm mad. And angry. And pissed. At someone. At everyone. At no one.

I'm happy. And grateful. And glad. For everything. For nothing. For something.

I'm mad I moved to Chicago for what feels like nothing.

I'm glad I came - I had my surgery and changed my life.

I'm angry because I have no one here, no support system.

I'm pissed because I changed my life and the people who didn't got left behind and that left me alone.

I'm glad I've grown as a person.

I'm happy I don't take any sh** from anyone.

I'm happy I don't have to depend on anyone.

I wish I didn't have to always be so strong.

Why doesn't sh** get handed to me like other people?

I'm proud of my accomplishments.

I like that I'm good with make-up, hair and clothes.

I wish I didn't have bad thoughts about others.

I wish people didn't do dumb sh** in order for me to have bad thoughts about them in the first place.

I wish my friends were closer.

I wish I could hug my Dad.

I love looking in the mirror and seeing a healthy me.

I'm happy being single.

I love my pups.

I like making lists and plans and following things thru.

I'm excited about my upcoming Florida vacation.

I hate having frenemies.

Im working on everything, on me.

I love myself.

Im grateful.