damik's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A New Tear, The Same Old Tears Why does he have to rub it in so often that I'm not pretty? I hate everything about me. The only thing I can comfort myself with is that he really doesn't have good taste, first off he chose me. But then Jessica, who he can't ever seem to get over, she may have a good body, I'll give her that much, but she has the head of a horse. A real ugly face. But she's skinny. That's what he wants. He used to only have eyes for me. Not totally, I understand guys looking. That's o.k. it's in there nature, but when they go for the double take, can't stop looking at the girl, rub it in. Tell me how lucky it is that he's working grave shifts because he hasn't seen Megan in a while. There is a point when it becomes too much. He's told me enough. Every time he tells me about another pretty girl who's interested in him he's telling me again. I'm not good enough for him. He wants something better. Smaller. And I'm not that person, I haven't been that person in a long, long, time. And I'm not going to be for a while. So, why then am I holding on? He's gotten the point across that he doesn't want me anymore. He's still here out of obligation. He's still here because he's stuck. 11:27 p.m. - 03-28-02 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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