Learning to trust my gut is a huge responsibility. I should TRUST it. I mean why else would I even have an instinct.
I am happy for once. Not sure how long this will last.
My gut tells me so many things on a daily basis.
I trust it.
I sometimes feel like I am coming in second best.
Maybe I am the Plan B.
There will be prettier girls. Girls with nicer bodies. Girls who will always have it better than me. They seem to have it all.
I wonder if any girls look at me and think the same.
I got the guy. But is he really mine?
I think about all the times Ryan lied. How he slept next to me,
I am having a day.