idk why i allowed myself to get my hopes up
saturday was my birthday and i got together with some of my girl friends, we ate some food, had some drinks, they ended up convincing me to get a makeover and surprisingly enough they actually made me not look so much like a pig in a lipstick, i even managed to get an ok picture of me, first one in forever. i even got my first insta dm from a guy! felt like the universe giving me a birthday present, i was sooo over the moon
yesterday i went on a date with the dm guy and his expression fell the minute he saw me in person. at least he tried to be respectful during the date, but i just knew he was going to block me right after and what do you know, he did just that. normally i wouldn't even care anymore cause i'm so used to that being the case but... ugh. i haven't felt this bad in years, and i think it was the "getting a little bit of hope and instantly being brought back to reality" thing that really messed me up.
anyway... one more year of this bullshit. i'm 26 now and really not looking forward to possibly 50 more years of this. if i could at least accept reality and stop allowing myself to give in to hope, but goddamn it why is that so hard to do