One day at a time. Until my recent breakdown I thought that I was actually improving and coming to terms with my physical appearance, yet two Saturdays ago proved my theory false. I've realized that all it takes is one tear to send me into a blinding rage regarding how I feel about myself. It's hard to quit your old habits but I promised him and I'm going to keep that promise. I'm fed up of scars and people judging me. The deepest pains do not leave physical trophys. I'm going try once more to get over these superficial, yet life-altering, fears. My amazing relationship might be at stake because of my stupid insecurities.
(i LOVE him)
I can't believe I'm in love. I honestly never thought I would ever be in actual love with a guy who actually loves me back. :)
OK-ay. Wtf is wrong with me. Why do I always feel so possessive of him all of a sudden. Ugh, I've always hated those types of girls that need to be with their boyfriends all the time, but now it feels as though I'm unfortunately turning into them and it's absolutely freaking the fuck out of me. I need to learn to be a little more independent and hang out with my friends because if (knock on wood) things are over, my friends are going to hate me. I know what it's like to be alone and I refuse to go back to that parallel plane.
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