i'm killing myself
i don't sleep,
i pass out.
gotta save money
gotta save time
too much to do
it's not for money
it's not for me
it's against me
i don't measure up
i have stomach cramps a lot
headaches
no time for social life
too many things
undone
i'm killing myself
but i still feel like
i should be doing more
She made it a point to tell me every time she thought a guy was cute, even though we were together. Suddenly I wasn't as happy as I used to be about going out with her.
Every guy she liked was ugly and/or out of shape. With all these new doubts about her taste, how could I feel flattered anymore?
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