Clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking clicking
Always Fucking Clicking
All he does is sit there and click
On
His
Computer
Baby can't sleep, it's up to me
Doesn't matter
That I'm tired
And he's gaming
It's just constant
And someday id like to say something without being compared to that of a hag, but no matter the phrase I'm always bad. So bad. Maybe I am, you'd believe I am. I don't bring joy to a room instead an anxious air of pity. My broken health too much bother, rather click no help. Babies only momies to take care of, all babies only momies to raise.
But. Stuck. So tirelessly stuck. Unloveable, unbeautiful, unworthy, to anyone else. He finds me beautiful, arousing, and yet I'm fat, so fat so fat so fat so fat. he's the kind to say I'm not, it's lies. All lie. I'm grotesque. An absolute nightmare to behold. Why be why why why be alive. Because who would take care of, if momie was not
