November 28th, 2012.
I don’t feel beautiful.
I hate looking in the mirror and feeling disgusted with my body.
Finally.
After a long year and 9 months of what seemed to be an overly depressed and hell like life, I think I’ve finally picked myself up, realized that I deserved better and moved on. Oh what a good feeling this is… Except one those random nights, when my thoughts about you and the events that happened in the past take over my mind and leave me wonder… “Why did you do this to me?” I must remember that, it’s not entirely his fault. I should of walked away the first time rather than letting him walk all over me. I’m beginning to accept the fact that, it maybe wasn’t meant to be and that maybe that’s why I never had a chance in the first place.
Now I’m scared more than ever that the samething will happen to me.
