If i was pretty maybe people would love me
If I was thin maybe people would like me
If I was smart maybe my parents would be proud of me
If I was perfect maybe i won’t be too miserable
You wake up
Ridin’ round in it
Flossin’ on that
it is september 20th, the technical start of the autumn season. you sigh to yourself, letting the baseball cap in your hands fall to the ground. it’s no longer summer. your hat is off your head, and not worn backwards. it is no longer time to fucking party.