Today I choose not to be wrecked by life.
Today I choose to not be mad at the Ex-Boyfriend-From-Hell and instead ruefully ruminate about the foibles of all humans.
Today I choose not to wish my friends would not hang out with the Ex-Boyfriend-From-Hell without me and instead hope that we can catch up at some point.
Today I choose to think of a better tomorrow instead of revisiting the past.
Because the past is a tire fire.
Maybe tomorrow isn’t.
Fuck, I hope it isn’t.