I thought that this is just a phase, or a thing that I could handle but it was so fucking hard not to cry when this shit hits you so hard. It's like a truck just hit me out of nowhere.
My day is just going to be fine, everything is perfect and then I look at that guy who has my ideal body, my voice, my hair, everything. And I just want to run. I just want to avoid that person and run away.
I hate it.
