My Own Self Made Mythology

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I'm horribly ugly it's true, I'm horribly insecure. Now that I've preemptively levied this critisism against myself you can't be unattracted to me. You just can't ok!

I won't show you a photo. But imagine me with fur all over and big sharp teeth or an old man hunched on a toilet, his rolls of fat slinking below his knees and his chin sagging almost brushing his grossley sparse chest hair.

I can't live this way forever I know you don't have to tell me, and I would pull myself up by my bootstraps except I don't even have bootstraps! What do I grapple for!? The hair on my feet?

I'm waiting for someone to save me its true. Maybe they can tape back my skin for me.

OR IN OTHER WORDS:

"FUCKING POOR MEEEE
FUCKING POOR MEEEE
ALWAYS SUFFERING
AND EVERY BUMP SHAKES MY SODA BOTTLE HEART"