que que na to ra

i feel like i'm not good enough for you, because i still live in the small town you abanded for the bright city lights.
it bothers me that you get upset with me because im not happy enough for you.
i wish you'd accept me for someone whose theighs rub together.
i don't post blogs anymore, not because i don't have something to say, but because i don't think what i have to say is good enough for you.
i judge my value by the response my posts get.
i'd have to look to see when the last time i recieved a response was, because it's been that long.
i'm not going to spell check this, because spell checking this would be submitting to your standards, and i'm setting my own