I am not desirable. I have big thighs, a big ***, a round stomach, cellulite, strecht marks, self harm scars, a couple bruises from pinching and a couple tattoos. My eyes are surrounded by dark circles I try and fail to cover and my mouth is filled with insults and bad jokes. My grades are not as good as they could be and my mom is probably ashamed she knows I give away my body to whoever just look at my direction. Because I need reassurance. I need approval from everyone else. And that ******* *****.
And when he said you wanted to **** my friend first, but couldn't because she met someone else. You went to me. And I took you. And I showed you. And you kissed me. And I liked you. And now I'm broken, but I'd still have you.