I’m a shit girlfriend. I really am. I don’t deserve him. Not by a long shot. Fucks sake. Why do I do this? Jesus Christ. I’m so messed up
Note to self: don’t try to stand on the bed when drunk. It won’t end well.
"You’re not fat."
But my thighs touch.
And my stomach goes over my belt.
And bracelets leave marks.
And shorts squeeze my legs.
And my shirt is tight around my stomach.
My sleeves suffocate my arms.
You can’t see my collarbones.
I don’t have abs.
My bones don’t stick out.
I am fat. Everything I am is fat.
The sort of days where I don’t want anything to do with anyone.
Where I just want to wallow in self pity for the entire day.
Where as much as I would like to talk to people, I physically cannot bring myself to do so.
I hate these days but they come about far too often for my liking.