So, all night I tossed and turned because I was distraught and hurt by the comment of a nobody really. Stan... I hate you and I dont even know you.
I went with the lovely Holly (or should we call her Hank?) to her friends' home for a BBQ. I met lovely people and we were having a great time until Stan showed up. Within the first five minutes, he brought up out of no where that I was fat. Then he tried to hit on me.
Stan did not have a fun night. I dont put up with that crap. I act all tough... and then I cry myself to sleep.
I was feeling so good about myself this weekend too! I wore a bathing suit for the first time in 11 years and it didnt look bad at all. I had so much fun camping with Holly, Dennis, and fam. Everything was great!
Until I met Stan. I want to kick him. I dont know why and it makes me feel horrible.
An informative site
3 hours ago