Moments like these
The sad part is that my self esteem is on the ground… punched.
I understand I’m overweight, and I’m working on it, but please don’t call me a fucking meatball.
That.. just plain out hurts.
And what sucks more is that I feel like I ruined my boyfriend’s Fourth because I called him crying because I can’t deal with my own fucking problems…
I’m really sorry Rylen if I did.
Just sucks. It makes me want to like cut something open or like sew my mouth together. I understand I’m fat and junk, but please don’t point it out…