People get jealous. People fuck up. People make mistakes, do things they shouldn't, regret them, then pick themselves up off the floor and move the fuck on.

I'm one of those people.

I'm one of those people who gets jealous, fucks up, makes mistakes; I do things I shouldn't, I regret them, then I ultimately pull myself together.... And move the fuck on.

But every time I fall, it becomes that much more harder to get back on my feet.


I need to stop eating.


I need to be perfect, I need to show him what he's missing.


It's all my fault. I'm not good enough.


I never will be.


-V.