It’s an interesting feeling to know I’m at the best I will get. Me and my frenchie. Will never have a boyfriend… or husband. Will never have a baby. Maybe I’ll lose more weight. But. Maybe not. I’m going to have to have a roommate in 8 months. I’m never going to be a mom. No one will ever love me. I believed so much in someone loving me once. He was a liar. And no one has or will gotten my attention since. I’m tired.
to update this- I didn’t have to get a roommate. still at the best I will get though. still want to lose weight. but me and the frenchie. living alone in nyc. that’s us.

















