"I Can't Resist You"

I'm standing in my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. My legs, buttocks, lower back, and stomach are covered in Nair:Shower Power Max, my eyebrows are perfectly arched, and my hair is sticking straight up. If anyone were to bust in here with a camera I would rip their head off and destroy any picture of me they may have snapped. Not that it wouldn't make for a hilarious picture and equally hilarious story. Yet oddly, in my ridiculous state I feel pretty. Until I step out of the shower and realize that the Nair didn't work. Not completely anyway. There are patches of hair left on my legs and like that, my mood is completely altered. I feel ugly and hopeless. I'll never feel really beautiful because of my gross body hair. I cry a little. I can't help it, I'm vain. I feel like total crap.Until I remember the text he sent me. I asked him if he thought I was pretty enough to be a model. He told me I was beautiful with a great personality, but I'm better suited for telling people what to wear than wearing someone else's designs. How is it that he understands me so well? He knows just what to say. At the same time, he's completely oblivious to the fact that he hurts me when he takes forever to answer my texts or doesn't text me to find out how I am for days. He seems to only text me when he wants something from me. That's what makes it all even worse. I hate that he makes me feel so great and so horrible at the same time. It really sucks. I'm not as crazy as I was a couple months ago, but the feelings are still there. I'm not stressing and moping like I used to, but I have my moments. I'm slowly feeling more and more indifferent toward him. Which is good. I still have the urge to tell him how I really feel, put his name back in my phone, and kiss him. But I also have the urge to forget about him forever, tell him off, and ignore him. The last time I saw him was randomly in PetLand. He tried run his fingers through my newly chopped off hair and I pulled away. It was a tiny victory for me. His texts make it even more difficult. He told me he couldn't resist me. Deep down, I know it's all bullshit, but I'm still a girl and there's still that nagging feeling that somehow, we were meant to be. *Sigh* What am I going to wear tomorrow?? I already need new clothes. The zipper on the jeans I just bought is broken and all of my other jeans are too small. They ride down too much and show my buttcrack. Maybe I'll wear a button down and boots tomorrow. Yeah, I think that's what I'll do. I feel like wearing make-up. Why doesn't he love me? Can't he see how great we would be together?? Whatever, he's not the only "him" around. There will be another like him. I've waited this long... I kind of can't wait until tomorrow. I already feel beautiful, and make-up always enhances both my looks and feelings. Who knows, maybe someone will notice me. It's unlikely, but stranger things have happened.