It's not my heart that is broken into pieces above all, but my self-esteem. It's really a dirty feeling when someone tells you you've deluded him not being the person he thought you were. It's so....what am I to do with that? I am not good enough, that's all. Damn. Okay he surely thought I am as strictly hiperconsevatively christian as he is. But I am not. And I am a temperamental young woman who does not understand easily why doesn't her down-to-earth boyfriend take off at least his T-shirt when they sleep together. (let alone MY t-shirt :P). I am not a slut...i just love physical contact with the person I love.
SDo I am not good enough. I am not pure enough. And I have pink shoes.
I've already had to tell it all a million times. But my friends are fantastic.. (i could sleep&eat ice-cream at F's as always when am down. um. gotta thank her!)
I went to a wondercookie garden party yesterday. I was really nice..but yesterday I got to know a few scary things about my friends. I mean, some them really have serious problems (like the always smiling looney blonde girl who is on antidepressants and suffers from panic attacs). So I don't even have the right to wheen, I guess.
M says I give too much of myself. that I AM too much. that might be true. But is quite an ugly thing to say to someone when she is down.
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