Moving On.

I know that this thing with the boy isn't working out. Him and Prim just went on a vacation, and I just keep thinking, Cupcake. You're not worth it.
And then I start feeling like Bridget Jones.
Thinking that I will die "fat and alone, and then eventually be eaten by wild dogs".

Or maybe I should just get a puppy...

Either way, it's definitely time to stop feeling like shit all the time, and move on. Have a good cry, and just move on.