Finding myself with absolutely no one to talk to.
Finding myself as being not okay.
Can’t sleep.
Exam tomorrow.
Stress upon stress upon stress.
There’s gonna be a breaking point which still, no one will know about. I’m too good at this for my own good.

In three weeks, I meet his best friend. I’m so scared that she’ll think I’m not pretty enough for him, not thin enough, not alternative enough, not funny enough, not interesting enough… not good enough.

I only ever feel beautiful when he’s around… and even then, I feel as though I take up too much space. I miss the time when I had enough self-discipline to keep to a healthy diet. It’s my fault I’ve put on all this weight and I feel disgusting for it. I really, really despise the skin I’ve created for myself.