when i'm not around
i wish i was special
i'm wallowing in mediocrity. i'm the fat friend. the ugly friend. the middle-class, not really rich, friend. that sucks. they don't notice when i'm gone. they barely see me when i'm there. they're always happy. always thinner. always with something new and designer and expensive that looks great on them. i feel like a shadow next to them. it's not fucking fair. i want to count on them like they count on me, but i can't. this hurts.
at least hurting makes me eat less.
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