I dreamed I loved Drake, but I was right next to his face.

I have always, always been a jealous person.
I often give myself a bad case of the why you,
why not me,
why am I so unlucky.

I feel down, down, down on myself.
Slipping deeper into the hole.
People who can afford LuLuLemon pants,
and blow money on heat, just using as much heat as they want.

Someone slap me.
Or let Drake date me,
so I can stop feeling sorry for myself,
and afford the rich things.


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