I was going to tittle this post “it shouldn’t be this way” but then I felt bad about the should word. I’ve had a nice day. 20 something’s got good news about his grades. We went to lunch and dessert. I have DBT tonight. I wore smaller clothes that I kinda fit in, but after the 3rd comment from my mom, I changed. I’m still too fat for them apparently. Well at least my other clothes are comfy.
I feel empty inside. I want someone to hold me. Tell me I’m important. I feel like such a baby with these wants, I’m 33 years old for goodness sakes. I should need this much comforting and reinforcement.