Now here's a riddle for you to solve, while I'm sitting here getting depressed, eating ice cream straight form the gallon, and then even wondering why I'm fat, watching gilmore girls, and complaining about why I don't look good like Rory does.
I don't want what I can get
I messed up what I had so I shouldn't want it
I want what doesn't want me
Therefore I can't get it
Therefore I can't be happy
So I sit in class writing notes to my equally psyco best friend about how achieve ultimate happiness, and I sit at the bus stop staring at a certain someone with a high possibility of missing the bus, even if honestly we're just dreamers because the only thing we really care about is to get good marks, and we both know that no one is permanently happy
I have hazel/bronze hair and my name rhymes frenzy
What am I?
Oh shit that's me
Have an equal joyous night
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