and it's one of those days...
where nothing seems to go right. where all i can do is squeeze my pillow to try and hold myself together. for reasons i dont even know why. laying on my bed with the usual songs playing thinking about the past.
one of the worst mistakes i can make, i know.
my phone is somewhere in my room, but i don't even feel like looking for it. i know i can talk to my bestfriend, but i really don't feel like moving.
all i feel right now is that i'm fat. i feel like crap. the most exhausting part of all of this is concentrating on hating "him".
please tell me why i'm like this?