2018

2019. I can pick my heartache. It doesn’t need to be from a man. I’ve got old dogs and kids for that.

I won’t get used again like Adam used me. I won’t get attached like I did to Adam. I won’t hurt like that again.

I’ll treat myself better. I want to work out. Tone up.

I want to go to church. I want to be kind, generous, happy.

I’ll just go out in 2018 saying “Fuck you, Adam. I wish I’d never met you and I’m going to prove myself to myself this year. I’m doing 2019 for me.”

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