As in, I'm feeling good. Too good. Too satisfied when I go to sleep at night and too OK with the fact that I'm waking up in the morning. I'm absolutely mortified for this feeling to go away. And that sucks that I can't just enjoy the feeling good; that I'm already dreading the shit, again.
I feel strong and attractive and could honestly give a shit about shit when I step out into the world. I tell my over-active over-analytical brain to shut up when it goes into overdrive.
I fucking will not and cannot allow myself to sabotage myself. Next year I'll be in a completely new environment surrounded by people I do not know. Make the most of the time you got now, Jessica. Make the most of every fucking day.
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