Somebody please explain to me why being a woman means there is a week every month that I get so nauseated that the mere thought of eating makes me want to puke? Cause I'm over it.
Today I put the final nail the coffin of our break-up
I moved on with someone new, gave all your stuff back, deleted all our old texts and pictures.
After 6 months of tears, stress and anxiety
Im finally free.
Goodbye B, your part in my life is over, and you will not be missed.