Self Diagnosis

I went to therapy today I made the same old complaints I have no friends I'm not pretty I'm a bad person I feel guilty when I eat Hearing the word skinny Always sounds like a compliment to me And I don't wanna admit To half of this shit Cause based on my self diagnosis I've already got too much That makes me fucked up And I don't know what to focus on Manic pixie is my middle name I want everyone to say You have so many friends You're so pretty You're a great person I can't remember the last May I was actually awake To see the pink and purple Flowers on the trees And I don't wanna admit To half of this shit Cause based on my self diagnosis I've already got too much That makes me fucked up And I don't know what to focus on And I'm scared that my parents Will die in their sleep I pull out my hair I forget to eat I'm scared my best friend Will die in her sleep I panic til I can't breathe I'm scared that I Will die in my sleep But I want even my therapist To think my fears and tears are quirky I've got way too much That makes me fucked up And I don't know how to focus And I don't wanna admit To half of this shit Cause based on my self diagnosis I've already got too much That makes me fucked up And I don't know what to focus on And I don't know how to focus And I don't know what to focus on