Maybe I am tired of not being chosen or loved or cared about. Maybe I am ready to choose myself.

Maybe.

And maybe it's just one more relationship in my life where i'm chasing after someone who is never going to love me. Who is never going to choose me.

Do one thing.
Start today.
Repeat again tomorrow.

Sex and food. Can't seem to let go of one without clinging to the other. There is no sex here now or anytime soon. It has not been good on my waistline.