

Sorry for myself that life's too good to be true
Who knows what the definition of love is or if we've ever found it. Yesterday I turned 19.
I've been with my boyfriend for over a year and a half now. I've spent two birthdays with him.
I love him lots. We live together but I feel like he feels trapped with me because he doesn't make enough money to save up and move out.
Sometimes my consent isn't listened to and I don't think that's very nice. I don't have anyone else besides him and my parents though so I just tolerate it
I have art though. And my OC. I still don't have a name for her but I've found she is expressed when drawing myself is too complicated or ugly.
I don't like how I look. I gained 50 lbs on this medication for my mental health. Or it's all my fault.. probably both. But either way I was ravenous and would binge eat because I never felt full and eating normally felt like I was starving myself.
I'm also missing a tooth and I look weird
But it's okay because I think all of America is fat and I'm relatively average in terms of where I live.