I always told myself, “I can’t wait til the day he realizes how badly he fucked up and comes back begging for me.” But now I’m starting to think that he really did move on this time and he doesn’t love me anymore, and I won’t get to have the last laugh after all.
I need to get away from my Facebook newsfeed, I also need to detach myself from the stress of this year. Pretty much I need to let go of all the mental weight that comes with freaking out about boys and body images and accept who I am. Being defined by numbers and test scores have worked my physical and emotional capabilities raw. I’m losing who I am to someone I am working to be.
A drive to the beach with a big group of friends and good times it needed before I go crazy…
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