Time to Get Personal -- Part Two.

I'm sick of feeling this way about myself.

I'm not fat, but every time I eat, I feel absolutely revolting. And if I had enough self control, I'd stop eating altogether. I'm sick of feeling repulsive.

The Ex has a boyfriend before I do. He's moved on entirely. He's not coming back this time - at least, not now, not for a long time. Every other time, he's come back. Now he's officially moved on.

Anyway.

Someone else already wants him, likes him, has him. And then, just a few days ago, some random cute guy says hi to him, out of nowhere. Doesn't even know him, just taps on his shoulder and gives him a grinning hello.

Not to mention an ugly motherfucker at school has a boyfriend, and I know damn well I'm not ugly.

Which leaves me with the question - What the fuck is wrong with me?

I really just don't understand. He's already over me and moved on. He's already found someone else, someone else is already taking my place in his heart, in his mind, in his arms, in his bed. No one wants me.

I don't fucking get it, and I want someone to explain it to me.

I'm tired of sounding like I'm always having a pity party and going on about how I hate myself and I'm tired of waking up every morning.

I want to know what's wrong with me.

I want the universe to give me a fucking sign.

I'm so sick of this.