• Title has no meaning. Just a song stuck in my head at the moment. I read this girl's journal entry. She seems nice. But I'm sorry, I can't listen to my friends. 1. It doesn't work like that. They're wrong. Or they're lying. I'm not an idiot. When they tell me I look fine, I can tell they just don't want me to get hurt. And I don't mind anymore. They're good people. They just don't want me to get hurt. So I'll lie. And I'll tell them I'm not eating because I feel sick. Or I had a big breakfast. Whatever. I can bullshit my way through anything. I'm good like that. 2. You're right. No ones perfect. It hasn't stopped people from trying though, has it? And I've seen people who are so incredibly close it scares me. I actually know a few perfect people. Both are perfect in looks. Both perfectly skinny, both drop dead gorgeous. And yes, a boy can be drop dead gorgeous. 3. The voice won't go away. You probably think I'm crazy now, huh? Honestly, I don't blame you. I'd be pretty freaked out if I heard that too. The voice is always there. I've gotten used to her. I'm actually starting to like her. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. And yeah. I know she doesn't control me. She just keeps me in line. I control me. No one else. I don't even know if you were talking about me. Your post just reminded me of me. It'll be pretty awkward if it wasn't about me. Anyway. You sound like a really nice girl. If it was about me, you know who you are. xox.me

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