I took a wicked tumble the other day in our Community Forest. We have these steep hills with "steps" in them made out of wood stuck into the hill. I'm no describing them very well. I'll take a picture. Anyway. So, I'm running up and down these steps cause they'll make my ass look fabulous, and I take a funky step going back down the stairs. Combine a funky step, damp wood and a steep ass hill... and you get me, falling. And hurting myself. I skinned up my knee, and it looks like someone surgically implanted an egg under the skin. Ew. Hurts like a bitch, too.
Despite my wipe out, I went and bought a gym membership today. I'm sick and tired of not fitting my teeny tiny shorts, and I don't feel like falling down hills. I think I spent almost two hours there today-- I feel like rubber!! But I'm glad I went. I need the distraction. Everyone around me is falling apart, and I'm getting a bit frustrated. And slightly jealous, if I'm going to be honest. Best Friend is wonderful at expressing her feelings, and making sure she has plenty of people to talk to. I, on the other hand, sit on my hands and close my lips. I zip those fuckers right up tight.
Here is an example of what's eating me:
Ex (after calling me a whore), decides we "can't fix it, but we can be friends". So I'm like, mmk, I can handle that. Except he'd rather text Best Friend. And we have a history with her... so my feelings are hurt, you know? I'm a whore, but he'll be my friend, but he still wont speak to me. I feel like deleting his number and then blocking his ass. Ugh.
Ughughughugh
