I guess it felt like...

I guess it felt like fire. I guess it felt like nothing.
I guess I couldn't breathe.
I wanted you, I wanted you.
All I can think is fucking- "Who would love somebody like that?"
That, that, that, me, me, me. I'm so disgusting.
I'm so ugly.
I'm so fat.
I have such terrible hair.
I have the worst personality.
I have no friends.
He would never fucking want me.

And god I'm selfish.
I have a roof over my head.
Food in my fridge.
Easy access to education.
Money in my bank.
and yet I complain...   I'm only human .
I am allowed to think these nasty things about myself, right? Just like everybody else.
But really. I shouldn't complain.
Maybe you should start looking at what you do have, rather than what you don't.
I make myself sick.
I wish I could have you, one of you.
There is only two...
I just want one.
but....
who would love somebody like that?