Whenever I’m feeling super unlucky and unattractive,
I cry like a little bitch,
And scream stupid dramatic shit, like “Why, God? Why?”
And think about how much my life sucks,
And wish it sucked less.
I wish I was popular and sexy
And talented and wise,
And I think about how nothing I do is interesting,
And then I get depressed by how depressed I am.
When all this is going on, I just think about you,
And then I feel like a fucking bird
That flies so high it’s singing to the goddamn angels,
Because when I remember how awesome your love was,
I’d rather be me than a fucking king.
