Sometimes I wish I could be more. More intelligent. More attractive. More desirable. But I can’t be. No matter what I do, I don’t feel as if I’ll ever be enough. I used to fight NOT to have sex every day. Now I can’t seem to catch a break. My face is breaking out so bad from stress. I’ve gained weight from stress. I’ve lost great friends. And my life only feels as if I’m standing still in the center of a marathon. If it could get better, now would be the time.