I hate my breasts.
And I hate the way my toes are weirdly shaped.
And I hate the way my nail polish allways chips right after painting them.
And I hate the color of my skin.
I hate how I studder when I think too much.
And hate that my lips get chapped when I foregt to put lip chap on.
And I hate how I blush when I say something infront of people I don't know.
And hate how I get two red dots above my lip when I'm crying.
I hate that no one notices all this.
[is it me, or is this ending?]