So woke up today with the most disgusting skin in the world, and the biggest pimple on my cheek. Why!!!! I mean don’t my skin know that I just started dating a cute guy? Sometimes I wish my skin would cooperate just a bit….
Went to work, not the new fuck job, but a shift on my old job. And this new guy that was just a bit too cute had started. He was a smoker, ate like five chocolate bars. And he had perfect skin!!! I mean if there was a god, he sure has not been fair. Would stealing his perfect and tanned skin be too much??????
I just wanna look good for the boy I’m dating. It is actually nice to like someone!
But now and then, as my ocd and depressive thoughs are running a marathon in my head, I doubt whether or not to keep dating him,and start having second thoughts and all. I mean come on!! Why does that fucking mentally ill side of me always try to make everything worse?
Anyway I haven’t throwed up since Tuesday last week. I have a few cuts on my wrist. But who cares, because there is a boy out there, who likes me!! Why does it just makes everything a bit easier?
It just worries me that I sometimes feel the way I do.
Does anyone have any good advice?
All the best