you've gained so much weight.
good job at staying skinny, like you wanted.
good job at staying happy with your appearance, like you were.

no, i'm not looking for attention.
i don't want to hear "oh, kellye. you look good."
because to me, i dont.

i love the weekends.
i love my boyfriend.

this is not all it's cracked up to be.

i feel like i've lost everything.

and i don't know why.

fuck.

i don't feel good.
about myself, mostly.

i don't feel fun.
i don't feel happy.
i don't feel pretty.
i don't feel like i do anything for anyone.
i don't feel like me.

i want to be happy again.
not that things don't make me happy anymore,
just that i feel like i'm upset more often than i used to be.

this has been a hard week.

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everything i planned on has changed in the past ten minutes.
oh my god.