Sunday

January 29, 2017....




   Stayed in my jammies in my room the entire day. I only left for food, bathroom breaks and laundry. I also managed to get a load of dishes done as well.   I'm sad and I am confused and I really wish I didn't want to eat because I feel fat and boring and ugly.  That's how my weekend went. Found out my love has told me twice now he won't talk to a certain person and I find out he spoke to her again. I'm so hurt. I  don't understand what she has done for him in the past several months (she lives in another state) that she/her feelings are more important than mine. Why has she just like that become more important to him than me, the person he claims to love. Maybe more importantly what is wrong with me that the people I'm with never want to be with me.  Am I really that boring?  I'm invisible. Wish I could afford my therapy again.