Mia Made Me Think That I Could Always Be Better, Which I Could've. I Could've Been Better In School, I Could Have Been Nicer, I Could Have Exercised More, But She Made Me Think I Could Have Been Better In Areas That I Shouldn't Care About. (I'm Not Saying 'Shouldn't Have' Because That Implies Past Tense And I Still Feel Like I Could Be Better) She Told Me That I Could Have Been Prettier, I Could Have Had Nicer Hair, I Could Have Had Nicer Boobs, I Could Have Had A Nicer Butt, And Most Of All - I Could Have Been Skinnier. She Made Me Hate Myself.