
my closest friends have admitted to me that they feel the need to be there for me and protect me, and it feels so nice. i rarely say good things about myself, but it’s how i feel. and having them there to coax me out of those thought cycles is so comforting. the feeling is addictive. but to have a man to call my own, who loves me for me, would mean even more. my friends aren’t enough anymore. i even have a professor who feels like a father figure. but i’m tired of being single. i want a man.
however, i wont get one because even though i’m a good person with a good personality other than how insecure i am, i’m not beautiful enough for a man to fall in love with me. i’m interesting and talented and can be quite funny, but none of that matters when i’m so disgustingly fat and ugly. but i can’t help but feel that, if a man loved me for me, all those feelings would melt away.