So right now, I can't help but wonder, as my girl Marit did, what's going on under the surface? Is it all a show or is it for real? Is it the pills taking you up and down, or is it you? Are you actually trying to push me away or is it my mind going all Single White Female on me? Am I projecting onto you? Is this my own insecurities?
Why do you go from hot to cold?
Fuck why am I so pathetically desperate?
So, now that I'm officially a needy desperate twelve year old emo tween, I might as well turn it around.
I'm a catch. Lets face it, it's true. Supremely true.
I don't like my knees. They're so bulbous and round. I dislike them.