"Sometimes you just have to turn around, give little smile, throw the match, and burn that bridge." I've adopted this a long time ago and it changes you for the better. Those bridges were going to crumble any way, might as well give them a hand.
Truth is I get jealous easily because what’s mine is mine. I’m stubborn as hell, I say sorry too much. I act like I don’t give a f*ck because I care too much. I over analyze the smallest of things and probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself.