POSITIVITY.

I’m a pessimistic 19 (20 in Oct) year old History student from London, England.

I’m overweight and stereotypically bubbly/jolly/any other word you associate with a fat person.

For the last year or so I have been ‘seeing’ a guy I lived in dorms with - BAD MOVE. Fast forward to the beginning of my second year living with him and we barely talk. Not that I know why. Apparently guys fuck you over like that.

I’ve moped. I’ve cried. I’ve complained to pretty much everyone who will listen. Then I went on StumbleUpon and read some self help crap. Apparently I’m ruining my life.

So here I go. Positivity. Fuck him. I’m better than that.