I was really ready. I done myself a pep talk and I was going for it. I was going to ask him to a concert we both wanted to go that will be in two weeks. I was going to do it tomorrow morning, I was going to make him a cappuccino and tell “Btw I was right, they were doing a summer concert. If you want we could go together”. But that would have been too nice. I open fucking Instagram and here he is liking all the slutty pictures with lovely motivational quotes from the girl across the street: skinny, long brown hair and fake lips. Standard. Literally standard. Why not me? Why not the pic of my dog? Nope. Do not deserve it. Every time I feel like my confidence and self esteem flying out of the window. FML. I lost 4 fucking kg. Still not enough. I’ll never be the skinny bitch that get attentions. And now I can’t even sleep. I just need something in life. I’m so fed up.