I knew we weren’t anywhere near perfect, but he was what I wanted, and I honestly thought I was what he wanted too. If things hadn’t happened the way they did, I probably wouldn’t have become so self-conscious.
It’s hard even being in this other girl’s presence because I feel so fat standing next to her. When I see her, I can’t help but think how prettier she is than me.
Now, even though things have cooled down, I still feel like I’m not good enough. And it seems as if she’s becoming his best friend and knows more about him than I do.
when you constantly think about those moments that hurt you the most. I honestly just want to forget about everything, but I can’t. It just keeps replaying in my mind over and over again. In a way, I don’t want to move on. It’s like a punishment, really.