Day by day I get less bothered by it — the idea of her ‘success’ in some way, and I feel that yeah, well, it’s alright. Whatever she was, whatever she is now, whoever she is now, whether she deserves it or not, good things happen to people and it is okay. I feel okay. Maybe sometimes ‘love’ just means not hating and just moving on and slowly being less affected (less insecure, less put down, less of all the negative things). I can be happy for her; it’s okay. It’s okay.