I complain about horrendous period pain (it really is, it practically cripples me), and decide I will go to the doctor to get something to help, as regular painkillers just make me hurl, and then, when my period finishes, I completely forget, until I get the next one. And right now I'm laughing at that ridiculous run-on sentence.

On the bright side, I knew it was due around Christmas and I asked everybody for chocolate. The result is that I should be able to handle the sweet food...

After more than two years, it shouldn't affect me anymore. There should be no nostalgia and no regret, because I know so fully that I'm better off without her. I was going through old photos tonight, photos of the two of us. I thought I looked fit, attractive, and well adjusted. I thought SHE looked overweight with bad skin and a slutty dress sense.

I started to question why I still stayed with her, even after she cheated. And I remembered having NO self-esteem whilst I was with her,...