Lucky in love?

Just as I was hating my house, it doesn't seem so bad and I'm enjoying being here. Should I upset the equilibrium by moving?

My ex-girlfriend that I've written about below has split up with her girlfriend. I thought that if this happened, I'd feel a sense of retribution- even though we're friends, I thought I'd be a bitch, not that I'd have said anything. She hadn't even told me about going out with this girl, but then again I'd never told her about my dalliances after we split up. We'd always been friends, and she's a good friend, so I didn't want to ruin it any more than I already had. Anyway, I felt sad for her instead- she's nice and she could do with someone lovely, not someone that mucks her about. I suppose that this must mean I'm well and truly over it. For a split second I imagined us getting back together, but then I flapped it away- it didn't have the same pull on me as before.

It's the morning. I'm probably going to go into town, buy a present for my friend and possibly two members of my famille that are coming up for birthdays. I do adore Saturdays- well, I did, when I had enough school that I could appreciate the difference.

In less than a week I've got thinner. My jeans are fitting better, I might even be into my skinny jeans, and I've got a little waistcoat that's not as tight. I can't believe how easy it's been- I'm still on tenterhooks, will I go back to how I was? Last night I had a bit of chocolate for dinner, then ate a tub of tomatoes and some houmous when I came in- it was a bit of a binge, I know it wasn't calorific but even so. That sort of behaviour worries me. Ah well, once, when I was drunk in a week- that's not so bad. Not so bad at all.