I am so damn clingy. So needy. I see it in myself and I hate it, and I fight the little voices but they always ignore me. My logical side says 'Emma, drop it.' But my illogical outer child says 'No, fucking keep making a big deal out of nothing.' Aaaarghh. I hate feeling like I'm not in control of myself. I hate giving in to the selfish, clingy, insecure little Emma. I wish I was tall. I wish I were tall and thin and willowy. But I'm never going to be tall, which means I'll never be willowy. I'm little and petite but petite isn't thin. I'm such a typical girl in some ways. So paranoid about things that aren't important. He loves me the way I am but I fight that. I hate being naked in front of him. I always turn out the lights or crawl under a blanket. Its utterly pathetic. It sucks when your boyfriend has an amazing body and yours doesn't meet your expectations.