I used to have this red sundress that I absolutely loved. I got it when I was in 5th grade. In 7th grade, it no longer fit me anymore. I remember wanting it to fit so badly. That was one of the first times I blamed it on being fat, versus getting older and just outgrowing it. I wonder why I did that.
I feel like I need to unload a bunch of nonsense onto someone or something (ie this journal) but I am not exactly sure what needs to be unloaded. The things that are going through my head are so conflicting, emotional, logical, and illogical. Is percieved reality different from actual reality?
I miss the boyfriend so much I can hardly stand it.