I wish I at least had bigger boobs to compensate for my chubby tummy
it’s on my bucket list to have sex in a hotel suite
I just can’t look back at the memories and smile anymore. I did before, I was happy about everything that happened. But now I get all heated up, and it feels like there’s a heavy weight on my chest. Makes me wonder what was real and what was fake. I really wish that I could happily reminisce. I know I’m at fault somewhere here, I don’t know where or how. But it’s my fault for falling back into the trap.
In all honesty, now that my eyes are open I’m not as upset as I thought I would be. I’m happy that I’m finishing up this chapter in my life. I’m glad that it’s completely over, I know I deserve better, and I know what kind of person you are.
instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack