Fuck my life, these words come into my head at every waking moment. Fat, ugly, these come to mind when I look in the mirror or run my hands over my stomach. Sad, that's what I am. When I lay down in my bed and feel my fat pinch together, I remember why I don't have a boyfriend holding me and running his hands down my body. Kissing me while whispering sweet nothings to me. Making me laugh, and singing with me no matter what his voice sounds like, because in the end we'll break up. I'll be sad., but then I'll remember what it's like to be loved and to be in love.
