Mha sad songs

You: I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room cause all I see are girls to good to be true, with paper white teeth and perfect bodies.. wish I didn’t care. I know that beauty’s not my lack, but it feels like that weight is on my back, and I can’t let it go. Com-comparison, is killing me slowly. I think I think to much ‘bout kids who don’t know me. I’m so sick of myself… rather be rather be, anyone anyone else. But jealousy jealousy started following me-e-e-e-e~ started following me~