Smells Like Teen Self-Doubt

I don't just have bad hair days.

I have "impossible hair, ghost complexion, pimpled face, please let me sleep, bulging stomach, dead eyes, feed me chocolate, runny nose, annoying hangnail, fuck off, achy limbs, ill-fitting bra, stubbly legs, seriously just fuck off, dry skin, spouting cynicism, I need a child so that I'll have some semblance of love even though she'll start to resent me as soon as I tell her she's adopted because no one ever thought I was attractive enough to have sex with me" days.

(They're rather unpleasant, and happen all too frequently.)