Worked in Ft. Worth this weekend. The comute is little over an hour from my parents house. I got to stay with my friend Sara since I worked two days in a row. Shes been a loyal friend since I was 17. She knows pretty much everything about me. We are considering getting an apt. It all depends on what happens after I finish cosmetology school.
While driving on my way home, I heard a Coldplay song on the radiohead and it instantly reminded me of Josh. I really didn't want to think about him so I changed the station. Immediately in my head, I hear "Fine, I'm going to fuck her then."
Is this too part truth of my reality?
Or is it just my fear keeping me down, telling me I'm ugly, that I'm too fat and could never be good enough for him? Does fear itself have a voice? Can you relate that fear to people in your life?
All of these thoughts are exhuasting.
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