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Things are going well. Teaching was good this week. I'm going out this weekend. Third weekend in a row. I kinda met someone last weekend. But he didn't really call. So it's fine. It is. Maybe I'll meet someone when I go out. I doubt it bcuz I'll be with all of ashleys friends. Who are my friends too now I guess. They are all really pretty and have great bodies. I sound like a lesbo. I'm not a lesbo. They all all the kinds of girls that guys look at when they walk into a room. Like Ashley. The girl always gets a guy. She's so confident. I'm short and stubby with unruly hair. I'm always stuggling to look a certain way. Always. I feel like I should be over this body image stuff by now. But I'm not. I feel insecure when I'm in a room of pretty girls. Why can't I just love myself and all that bull shit? Guys look at the girls with the blonde hair and the boobs. I sound really really pathetic right now. I get that. But this stupid journal that I've been writing in for...7 years, it's for me. It's for me to vent. I gues that's all.