Sorry for no update in so long. I was hoping to lose more weight before I updated. Nothing happened. I felt thinner. I don't think I gained, but how can you move your scale about 2 inches away from your sink and gain 3.4 lbs from about 30 seconds ago? Right.... So, today I'm going to go see the Red Sox. I'm pretty excited. (For the record, my mom is a Yankees fan so I'm not anti-Yankee lol) I just feel frustrated. I almost feel like breaking off my relationship. Do I want to? No. Could I? No. I just don't feel worthy to be anyone's girlfriend. I just feel so worthless and frustrated. I try not to let it get me down. I try. I have been trying. It's just been beyond frustrating and looking back in my old journals made me feel so much worse. I was 11 and self-harming and trying to starve myself. It almost bothers me that it's been 4-5 years of this. I can't understand what my boyfriend sees in me. I don't see anything. I see ugliness, failure, fat, someone who is worthless. I thought that I'd change. I thought I'd love myself. I thought that if someone else could love me, I'd change. I thought that if I fell in love, I'd begin to love myself. I thought wrong. It bothers me so much more because my boyfriend deserves so much more than what I am. He means so much to me. It bothers me so much. I just wish that someone would understand. Maybe it's possible, but I don't know exactly how I'm supposed to go spill my guts to someone. I'm trying to understand. I just don't get how someone can say "I think I'm falling in love with you." "I owe you so much-thank you." "You're perfect in my eyes." "You're amazing and beautiful." "I wouldn't change a thing about you." "I never want to lose you." I should be happy. I AM happy. I just can't understand how someone sees all of this and I want to change everything about me. The only 2 things I really like about myself are my name and my height. Wow, spectacular. It's a start. I also like my feet. My calves-it depends on the day. I pretty much like my teeth. It's a start. I just like less and less of me. It makes me cry every time I think of what he tells me and I see how I am. I see me. He sees me too. He knows me. I can't understand how someone can say it to me, and it possibly be true. Alright. I'm done. I'm just so aggravated and confused. I wish I could change. I don't know how. |