You are the saint that I ain't.

Hey, It's an open opportunity for you to judge me if you want to.
There's lots of things in my head all this fucking while.

Yes, I love myself but also I secretly praise that girl in my class with this strong personality, No, no I don't feel "fuck you" for her, but I feel that for me at times when i think that girl could be me.

Yes, i am comfortable in my skinny body, but many times when i see my shadow on the wall i secretly wish for that hourglass figure that i cant achieve but I just wish , that I too can flaunt all around the world through facebook, twitter , intagram, obivously because we are the internet generation of layers and filters. And also clearly I'm not in love with the shape of you(my body).

Okay, I admire my face and the jaw lines and etc, but also in heart i secretly wish it to be a little clearer, a little shinny and with a little glow, less hairs on my forhead and so. Becasue, lets say it that threading thing hurt like hell.

Also, I've accepted my fate with always low grades but to be honest I too want to flaunt my fucking marksheet like that Sharma ji ka beta, I mean seriously fuck you sharma ji k bete.

Oh, I too want my Augustus Waters to appear from middle of nowhere but my future Augutus better understand I'm clearly not into those cliches and cheesey things. Cause you are already taking too late and I'm bored with my fucking life.

And also, I love myself for everything but I secretly wish myself to get out of my bed and be the better version of myself like all those inspiring quotes and all (dduuhhh).
But neither of these things I can do lying in bed. So i often feel "fuck you" for everone.
Because let's face it you are the saint that I ain't.
  

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