Ha,
I’m just so fucking tired about peoples comments on my weight.
“You’re getting bigger.” “You’re going to weight 300 pounds” blah blah blah blah blah.
Leave me the fuck alone, honestly. Does no one understand that those comments actually hurt? No , they don’t. They don’t understand that my body is something that I absolutely hate. I wish I could go back to wearing my size 3 pants. But I can’t. I’m trying, but it’s not working. I’m done eating as much as I do. Good fucking bye fattening food. I’m cutting down my eating portions and I’m done snacking all the time.
Fuck.
Don’t expect anything from others, you’ll be much happier.
I just don’t see why everyone wants to hurt me.
I think you really broke my heart.
You mother fucker.
Whoa.
I never expected you to come back. After all the shit you said, you called me every name in the book. I should hate you, I should absolutely despise every ounce of you. I should tell you to fuck off, to go to hell, to leave me alone forever. But what do I do? I text you because you asked me to, I told you I didn’t hate you when you asked me if I did. I called you, so we could talk, you told me you always thought about me. That you would always think of me, that you missed me. You told me, “Remember when I said you had a special spot in my heart? I wasn’t lying, you really do.” That you wanted to get in contact with me, because you missed me. Then all I could do was cry. I always thought that if you tried to come back into my life, I would tell you off. It would be my turn to call you every name in the book, to do to you, what you did to me. But I can’t. I could never hate you, ever. Because you were my best friend, you always had a spot in my heart. But I refuse to get my hopes up, because I know soon enough, you’ll drop me again, because you “have to.” You told me that wont happen, but I guess we’ll just have to see.
