Always wondering why other peoples life are so much better than mine.
They have supportive parents, able to go out as and when they want and got supportive bf too.
They are pretty, slim and wear nice clothes.

Shit happens to me all the time.
I'm the opposite of all those.

When I needed the hugs, no one is there.
No one is there to say "everything's gonna be alright.i will be there for you"
But I always have that someone who brings me down and got my hopes dash.

I'm ain't happy with my life.