I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Perhaps, I never went to bed on the right side. It's not been an easy morning for me. Kennedy nor Ava isn't here yet and I've already thrown up. This seems to be the norm theses days. And IT'S NOT MORNING SICKNESS.
I am so decisive sometimes, only thinking the worst. Why haven't I changed my way of thinking? Over the past couple of weeks I feel as though I've changed a lot. At the request of some vip's, I've been more active socially, I've cut down the religious talks because I didn't want to be a jesus freak, and I've become a lot more stable emotionally. But I miss me. I'm not a social butterfly anymore. Mostly because of my addictive past. Everyone knows how much I hated coke, but loved the smell of it! I'm so far away from that scene anymore. I don't even want to be around it. Going out puts me around it. Sue me because I'd rather have a mojito by own pool while reading The Robb Report. And if I tell you to say your prayers and ask God for forgiveness it's because I like you. I never said it to be freaky. I'm sorry for you but God is my passion. And lastly, I've gained weight over the past few months due to the antidepressants that I was, (PASTTENSE) on. I've been working hard to shed the lbs. 250-300 sit ups a day, 45 mins of cardio and I've been eating like a rabbit. I'm not happy with the weight gain cuz it's not me...but I'm happier and who I have become. Not to mention the fact that I love the fact that I'm so freaking soft!!!! Haha. On a serious note, if you don't like it....Get steppin'!
I'm second guessing my motions. I hope I did the right thing.
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