It feels like, while trying to grow into myself and come to terms with the mistakes I have mad and the stupid things i have done, especially when it comes to relationships, lies are incessantly thrown into my face. Repeatedly, even when not seeking it, we view people who have found ‘something’ although it is not real, with another person, and that makes them so happy etc. etc. Or we see women who are insanely beautiful make asses of themselves and still have people wanting to date them on shows like Miss Advised. Its funny, people act like you should get married but don’t tell you about what happens between being single and married, and the horrible experience that dating can be.

I get so sick of tumblr, and how all the ‘pretty’ fat girls in the pictures on here ALL have flat stomachs…and how many of us fat people ACTUALLY have flat stomachs? I haven’t been fat all my life, but I’ve ALWAYS had extra fat on my stomach. Its something I have to figure out how to get rid of, but its so silly to present these girls with a normal shaped but larger than normal body as representing us.

I feel like I have nobody to talk to anymore who actually cares how I feel or would have something actually helpful to say.

The thing about pain is that like every other emotion it is fleeting. It rears its head as your muse when it chooses to.