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I forgot to put up my Monday Mantra yesterday. True story.
This week is going to be difficult.
I believe I am strong…but I just need to remember that.
I’m addicted to love.
I wish it wasn’t going to be three weeks before I see him again…
I’m jealous of people with spare time.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week: Breathe…
Also a true story?
I’m working my butt off at the gym just to keep myself busy.
I’m starting to feel ill and don’t know what my deal is.
I’ve got a Junior League meeting tonight and my body is telling me not to go, but, of course, I will.
I refuse to turn on the heat in my apartment because it shouldn’t be this cold out yet… so I’ve been sleeping in sweatpants, a huge sweatshirt and two comforters.
I am really struggling this week. I don’t know what my deal is, but I’m missing him like crazy and I cannot let myself start to cry… If I cry, I won’t stop.