Why am I so ugly?
What did I do wrong?
What did I say?
What did I do?
Do I exude some putrid odor?
Is there something wrong with my face?
Am I fat?
I need to lose weight.
I need to stop eating.
I need to go on a diet.
I need to work out.
I NEED TO STOP THINKING.
Maybe...
He's sick.
Or away from home.
Or his internet broke down.
Or he got in a car accident.
Or maybe he works late shifts now.
Or he went on a trip and got stranded on a desert island and is waiting for me to come rescue him with a helicopter where we'll fall so far in love and never leave each other.
Maybe...
He just doesn't want to talk to me.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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