two hundred-fifty fifth.

dear (k)you,

insecurity is taking its toll on me again.

why? why did the little boy have to come with us?

i mean, i'm really over him already. these feelings were more of because of me, than of him.

knowing that i wasn't still good enough for him -- even during THAT time, is fucked up.

he really is one of the reasons why i have such low self esteem.

and it doesn't help that the only person who i count on to lift me up is MIA again.

this time, i think he really isnt going to reply anymore.

fuck him for trying to flirt, then going cold turkey.

UGH.

OAO, can't i get a break??