2-15-12

I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not skinny enough. I’m sorry I’m not pretty enough. I’m sorry my teeth aren’t straight. I’m sorry that my arms and legs aren’t lean and toned. I’m sorry that I have a few pimples, I’m sorry that my hair isn’t always straight. I’m sorry I’m not smart enough. I’m sorry that I’m just not good enough. I’m sorry I’m not quick too accept apologies that you probably don’t even mean. But thank you for pointing out my every flaw. Thank you for tearing down the walls I’ve so desperately tried to keep up since I was little every now and then I just can’t help it, they go down. The walls have so many cracks that every once and a while someones nasty comment or hurtful intentions slip through. And it fucking hurts. You are supposed to be my best friend. So does that give you permission to treat me like that? I didn’t think it did, but okay. If that’s how things are I guess I should just sit back and take it. My biggest issues are my weight, my face, and my trust. And today you managed to wreck all 3. Congratulations. You hurt me. Just like almost everyone else. Thank you.