Sure, it may look like everything is fine on the outside.
But lately, we just haven't been seeing eye to eye.
Sometimes, I feel like you're making fun of me.
And sometimes I feel like you're hovering, always looking over my shoulder.
Maybe you'd like it if I just looked the other way.
Maybe I would.
How can I compete with you--everyone always commenting on your smile and your hair and your little "toofers". What about MY smile? What about MY hair? I have a whole MOUTH full of teeth.
I can't help it I'm cuter.
It feels like you're always lashing out at me.
That's because you never listen to me.
Would you want to listen to you, if you were me?
We're Through.
1 comment:
Ryan: "Your breath smells like dog food."
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