O.D.

I wish bein' pretty and perfect came in a pill like my Zoloft does to make me happy. Brandi always tells me I'm pretty.

 

"I'd kill for your eyes," she says a lot. "And your b***s. I'm tall with pancake b***s and a*s. I'd rather be short with nice b***s any day." She's right. She eats like a pig and doesn't gain any weight. I eat and eat and eat and I'm fatty fat fat.

 

"You're not fat," Hillary tells me a lot too. "You're gorgeous!"

 

"It's just baby fat," my mom says.

 

I agree with them and feel okay, but only for a little while.

If being perfect and pretty and not have your parents yell at you all the time and not being broke and havin' amazing clothes came like a pill, I'd be dead from overdose. An overdose of perfection.

Reviews

[MarkGMelvin]

Ha ha ha you go on girl you fa sho a trip, my favorite part
...I wish bein' pretty came in a pill like my Zoloft does to make me happy.
Lovin this so far,ha m m m you gotme smilin sho nuff