As with many things, it's been a while since I've posted on here, and I miss it. Some things I don't miss.

For example, this chick who I was best friends with. Who understood me like no other. We very recently fell out because I made a joke about some other chick she was hanging out with being bulimic. Shit happens. Anyway, there were these awkward two months in which she was still talking to my boyfriend whilst awkwardly avoiding me and it got gay, so I did something I wouldn't normally do and e-mailed her. Anyway. It didn't work, I've moved on. I feel like I've grown up more in the past few weeks then I have my whole life up to this point. That e-mail was cathartic. So was being caught in a hailstorm with my boyfriend and realising it was the same place we used to sit when we'd finished our GCSE exams in the summer. I'd never seen anything so big and beautiful shivering.

I may not like the way the world is, but I'm happy.
I may not be perfect, but I'm pretty.
I may not be the smartest, but someone out there loves me.
If I'm not a poet I can still be a mother.
I'm brave, all things considered.
I no longer wish everyone knew how funny I can be.
I resent the suggestion I have to fight aging/weight gain/grays/leg hair/myself.

I am happy!
Happy!

(Now go make yourself a chocolate drink, spend a few minutes actually looking at the window, teach yourself to do sit ups properly, find an aquarium. Look into the aquarium. Discover why cows are beautiful. Smile at people carrying instruments on public transport. Smile like an idiot.)