So... after my horrible encounter on Friday, I have remembered why I don't drink. And why I shouldn't fall in love. And why I hate males. No offence to any of the ones I usually like. I'm over it. I give up. I'm sick of trying and trying and failing and failing.
I'm also sick of being fat. How and when the fuck did this happen?? I want my fucking size 8 body back. *cry*
Dead inside.
About Me
- FelixTurtle
- Apprehension, anxiety and fear plague me. I'm scared of being alone. Of being stuck somewhere I do not want to be. Of losing myself. I'm afraid that one day, I will wake up, and everything that is my reality will mean nothing.
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