I'm Designer

MY BOYFRIEND IS COMING HOME FROM VACATION TODAY!
AND HE'S TAKING ME TO GO SEE THE FIREWORKS WITH HIS FAMILY!
I'm so excited. I have never gone 10 freaking days without seeing him since we first met. I'm probably gonna tackle him and crush his ribs from the giant bear hug I'm gonna give him.

Also, another "best friend who promised she would never leave me" turned on me. Saying I've changed. I don't see how I've changed except grown a spine, overcome my depression and become happy with myself. I don't put up with other people's bulltrout anymore. They have to learn to GO TO A FREAKING THERAPIST and not rely on me to solve their smurfed up issues. I'm not going to go back to depressed, doormat Steph to please everyone else. Suck my imaginary dick, bitches. In two years I won't even remember your names.

I'm proud of myself for becoming so strong and using my mental health problems as a lesson, a sort of step towards becoming self-reliant and confident. And I've never felt better. I love it. I don't need others to make me happy, you know?