pretty much the story of my afternoon.

but shit, I hate conflict.

It freaking sucks that nomatter how much something hurts, and how much you scream and cry, sometimes you just can’t talk about it.

Story of my freaking life.

Because it really doesn’t matter how many times you say you love me, how many times you say i’m not a fat, or how many times you say I’ll get there if I try..

If I can’t see it, it’s just not true.