One week later

I haven’t done anything.

I have been stalking though; facebook is poisonous. I don’t know why I will always be this insecure. I keep sizing up all these other girls that I have never met and will never meet, wondering if there’s more to them underneath their blatant ah lian-ness and then I look back at us and keep thinking that I am not the right solution to this near impossible mathematical problem.

I am better. I am better. But no one else believes it and sometimes, I think even I don’t.