Who I Am

Recently, a friend who I used to talk to multiple times a day sort of came back into my life. We would spontaneously text each other a couple times a week. But I can't stop thinking about how often we used to talk and I realized that I miss him. I don't want to miss him because I know that he isn't good for me, but dammit, I want him in my life.

But I can understand why he doesn't want me in his:

I am too short, too overweight. I walk with my head down, even when I feel like I am in a good mood. I often trip over my own toes while walking down the street. I tend to only eat chicken strips no matter what the restaurant is. I don't really anything that is good for me. I hate being naked and have dry feet. I love getting piercings and tattoos but cry like a baby when I poke myself with a sewing needle. I am 20 years old and still sleep with a blanket and a teddy bear. I feel fat even on good days, I wonder if I am ever going to lose weight, no matter how much I try. I feel extremely fat whenever I eat anything, even if it is something as small as an apple. I have bad vision that is getting worse and I talk to my cat like she is a real person.

Who would even want to be my friend let alone my boyfriend?

Sadly,

Samus.

“I've got everything I need except a man. And I'm not one of those women who thinks a man is the answer to everything, but I'm tired of being alone.” ~anonymous