I am 26. I live with my cat. My car is scratched and missing a side mirror. I work two jobs because I let my pride get in the way of asking for help. I have no romantic prospects in sight. I sometimes eat cupcakes and other sweet treats for dinner because the idea of cooking another meal for just me depresses the hell out of me. I say stupid stuff. I have dated the wrong guy. If I actually went to the gym as much as I think about going I would def look like Britney Spears (I'm talking MTV Awards-snake holding-I'm a Slave For You-Britney; not deranged-shaved head-beating paparazzi with an umbrella-Britney). If something embarrassing is going to happen it will happen to me. I don't keep a diary because the idea of someone reading how sad my life is sometimes makes my stomach hurt.
But...
I am still hopeful that one day everything will turn around. I will always wake up with a smile and spend the rest of the day to maintain it. I will work my ass off until my life is exactly how I want it to be. I hope that I will meet someone that I can picture spending everyday with and that they feel the same way. I hope to be the best person that I can be and that people respect me. I just hope.
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