I would like to say that jealous bitches are the least attractive thing I can think of, especially when they're 20 years older. I would also like to say that there is no better feeling in the world than satisfaction.
Last night I went to a park I haven't been to since last summer and tried to remember what I felt like then, and I realized it doesn't matter anymore because regardless of how I feel, I'm better. It is finally dawning on me that I am not the same girl I was a year ago.
p.s. the people who love you the most aren't always the people you expect.