i feel like shit.

& sometimes you just realize...

you know what?
I'm going to be okay
because I want to be.

it was impossible for me to look at him at all as he told me he didn't want me anymore. i walked up those stairs & out the front door before he could see me cry & he just shut the door behind me as easily as he had opened it.
i feel as if i am constantly catching my breath.

I feel ugly.

I think too much & give too much & need to stop worrying & at the same time worry more. Or at least sort out my priorities. I get so distracted so easily. In other news, I can't skip rocks to save my life.