If you wanted to talk to me, you would. If you wanted to be with me, you would’ve done everything you could to stay. But I’m here alone. I have to learn how to let go. I’m done feeling like I annoy the living hell out of you. I’m done feeling like I need you in my life. I’m done missing you. I’m done trying. You didn’t fight for me to stay, so I’ll go.
I’m trying to get back to my original weight of 6 pounds and 11 ounces
LOL. i do this sometimes.
i look at myself and physically feel sick why have i let myself get like this idek