
I have been hidden under a man's thick overcoat for far too long. Can I count the days I'd rather be single? Yes. I suppose I shall start today.
I want to move out of this shitty apartment with cleaner roommates. Counting down the seconds until August. CANNOT wait to live with Hunter and have a pottery garden outside and will cook with our own herbs and exchange bites of vegetable dishes. Yes.
I want a clean and clear space to maintain. I want it to be neutral and blank and bright. The bigger the window, the more I'll drool over it.
I want to figure out my body and feel in charge of it. I want to know it. I want to understand why I can't lose weight. I want to be 120 and not a pound over.
I want to look and feel like this: