Friday, December 8
i've become such a demon.
since when did i become so materialistic?
and how did i ever allow this demon to come out?
why do i always compare myself to other people?
smarter, prettier, thinner than me?
its like an insatiable hunger,
i just want more, more more.
bags, skirts, tops, shoes,
you name it.
i want it.
just what is wrong with me.
its like an illness that i never knew i had.
why do i still sucumb then?
and why, does it in some sick way,
feel so great?
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