Procrastinate. It's the name of the game. 

The only one I ever knew how to play. 

I sit and read old poems I wrote. 

I wonder what things made me feel like my world was ending. 

My depression is trivial. It stems from within.

I studied hard, I got a bad grade.

Someone else had more fun in college than me and then got into dental school. I was a lame loser who spent my time studying for no reason, and yet I didn't get in.

I feel fat and ugly, my friends are skinnier than me. I always have a muffin top. 

The "perfect" boy doesn't like me back, the "perfect" boy just wanted my body not me.

All I do is bash myself or compare myself to others.

She can handle 18 credit hours of class and 3 jobs and I can't handle studying for an exam and having a job. I will never be as skinny as I want. The guy that I want will never like me. But I need to get over it and move on. I'm sure there's someone else great out there who will love me. I'm sure if I have a healthy eating and active lifestyle, that I can have a healthy fit body instead of a "skinny" one. 

Comparison is the thief of joy. I know this. And yet I continue to do it. 

When will I be good enough for myself?