So today I decided to clean out my closet and I went from having 1 pair of jeans to 4! A couple of months ago I bought a pair of jeans size 18 cause everything else was too small. I didnt get any size bigger cause I really didnt have the heart to tell myself that I may be a size 20. Needless to say, the 18s were quite tight. Flash forward to today...my 18s are pretty baggy and some old size 16s fit my perfectly and I was even able to squeeze myself into some 14s!! I really hadn't noticed any difference in myself but yea...I can't believe it!
I don't understand why I let myself get hurt all over again. Why do I open my heart all over again, knowing that it can get crushed. He needs space. He needs time. Then he shall have it. All I ever wanted was for him to be happy. I would have gone to the end of the world for him. I feel so angry and hurt and bleeeegghhh. Btw, I'm really digging this song