She makes me so mad. How can anyone be so fake? Why is this so intense?
I can see her now, writing about her non-existant boyfriend, her amazing figure, eyes that kill, her perfect life. With her flower emoticons, hearts and stars, bright "cheery" colours of her favourites, and then there's me. Somehow, in affliation with her. Myself, the depressed, "evil" one, and her the "dirtbag of all time". May I note, whom I cannot befriend.
To the twisted sick mind of a villian's madness:: You are not what you wish you are. You are not what you think you are. And you are most certainly not what anyone hoped you would become. You are however, what you see in the mirror.
If only she had a mirror.