It was fun to play around with an idealistic fantasy but I think we all have to come back to reality in the end.

Who am I fooling when I tell myself that it will work out? Nobody but myself. Sometimes timing and circumstances are everything; in my case, I've never been able to find the right time or situation.

A part of me got over you and the sensible part of me tells me that it's not worth it and I should move on. The sentimental part of me still misses you because on some level, you were the only one who showed even the slightest interest. Call me needy but I am the first to admit that I do tend to give my heart easily to anyone who shows me the slightest bit of interest.

I'm probably really f*cked up in the head and lord knows, I have issues...I'm trying to deal with them but sometimes, I really wonder if I can be bothered.

Not pretty enough. Not thin enough. Not healthy enough. Not good enough. And the list goes on.