you don't have to be sorry.

sour-lemon

is actually really sad how I compare myself to everything living and breathing.
never for the right reasons, always ending up with a worser bruise than before.
it's just habit, I can't just stop.
it's a reflex, im constantly stewing on things greater than me.
everyone else is pretty.
and it's such a awful shame I'm wired this way.
id love to just be happy with my trapped body.
yet again, if not me, who else?
since I've come to terms with this sour-lemon thought, I've slowly just accepted it.
then again, Im that one girl settling for the worst, because that's what she thinks she deserves.