What I want.

Today I woke up at 7 to get ready to go to the psychologist at 9 this morning. I spoke to her about the guy who contacted me on Facebook that I went to school with and I said I liked him better than zack because I felt like I was a (I can't remember if this was the exact word that I used) a "priority" of his.. Like he meant actually WANTED to make a relationship with me.. He wasn't concerned about how much I DIDN'T weigh or the JOB that I didn't have.. YET because he didn't always fuckin bring it up whenever we were together. One might say that it's because "he cares about me".. I don't think so.. I'm aware of what I need to be doing and what I need to look like.. If you don't like it- fuck you.. And I don't mean that I am going to fuck you.. (you wish) Know your roll, I'm a big girl. *sigh*