I saw some photos of myself from the bar this weekend and could hardly bear to look at them. Why is the person that I am never the same person I THINK i am? That person in the photos was really fat, had crooked teeth and bad hair...not to mention a big forehead.
It's weekends like this that shouldn't be spent alone at home thinking about things. Weekends like this make me feel like I shouldn't even try to find someone to spend my life with because I am not good enough.
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