I've been on blogger hiatus for serious reasons, the Scot and I are separated. He's in London, I stayed. He fucked up. I fucked up. It all went to shit. We're still friends and love each other . We might see each other again. Who the hell knows.
But life is teaching me a lot, I've fallen hard on my ass two times in my life. This time it hurts more than ever because the love I have for that flaco is immense, but he fucked up, and now I am just trying to pick up the pieces, try to find ME. But isn't that what everyone who's been through a bad breakup says? I'm so over it. I'm over trying to find myself, I'm fucking here, I'm found! I'm strong. I'm beautiful. I have a strong body, a strong mind, and a strong voice. I am truly fucking amazing.
But that's just it, it's not about me. I shouldn't take things personally whether it's a compliment or a complete diss, it's not all about me.
I shouldn't complain because it's not all about me.
When is it all about me?
I might just make it all about me...I am really tempted.
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