perfect
Why am I down here, why am I down here when I need to be up here, up here with the ones who have promising careers who listen when information goes in one ear and doesn't come out the other. I will NEVER be up here, I act as if the act of listening is a crime or I would have heard my mother the after the 666th time she told me to stop chewing on my nails like a piece of rubbish, I can't be rubbish I have to be perfect I have to be perfect like her.