I hate the Internet

16 years - now you want a girlfriend. 16 years - you think I should comply. Everyday - this exhausting relationship. Everyday - I've wanted to cry. I don't care how great she is. You've never told me that. She's young and thin and pretty. I'm old and plain and fat. You say, "she'll make me happy, in turn, you'll be happy, too." I'll be giving all the effort. She'd get the best of you. I don't want this for myself. I don't want to be that fool. I choke on each and every year, I thought I'd grow old with you.