Dear... Me
I want you to never be alone. It always seems that way because it feels like everybody is waiting for a better upgrade to you. Not a good enough friend, not a good enough lover, worker, family member, owner.
It seems like I’m walking in circles, in a trench I walked into. Everything feels dull and weak. My own boyfriend can’t complete having sex with me and said “it was just him”.
It’s me. It’s always me. Not pretty enough, or sexy enough like those girls on Instagram. Not outgoing enough for his friends, not skinny enough. I weigh 280lbs. I’m not ever going to be that Instagram girl.
All I’m ever going to be is, alone.