Im now 22 years old. I have an amazing boyfriend who told me today that he'll love me in hell or high water. Who kissed me four times down my body before getting out of bed to go to work this morning. And who made me dinner before proofing my 18 page paper for me.
I am graduating college with a major and a minor and in in the top 15% of my class with a couple stints working for my professor.
And I have a job awaiting me in the events and banquets department at my work that pays bank.
I love my apartment. I'm about to buy a new car and a new MacBook pro. I have oodles upon oodles of clothes. And make up. And things in general.
I was blessed and have a pretty smile and bright blue eyes. And I run an eat well.
I have amazing people in my life, amazing friends and family who love me.
And yet, I'm insecure as fuck. And it's the reason I let my best friend walk all over me for the past 3 years. It's why I treat my roommate like shit. And it's why I Facebook stalk the crap outa a handful of girls who's legs and abs I envy.
I'm 22 and after working my butt off in school and at work and at flirting and charming my way through life..I was forced to realized I have become a bitch, to some people. Mostly girls. Mostly girls I don't like anyways. Which is why, now that my roommate and I aren't forced Into a Living situation/ work environment/classes we officially denounced each other. It's total relief being done with her, but t doesn't mean I've acted appropriately.
And Amy is right, it's about the quality of my best friends not the quantity. I got greedy and somehow forgot that.
I still love who I am, and 9/10 people love me and do not like my ex-frienemy. But I cried, and now I need to learn from this and move on. Just like I learned from my meth addict l lesbian roommate who turned an entire crew team against me. (dont get me wrong, in all for hooking up with girls, but this girl decided she was lesbian and nothing else).
Anyways.. Cest la vie. I'm still me and in love with everything I have.
