I'm a horrible person.
I'm vain and cruel.
I spend hours on what I look like.
I've spent years on my reputation.
and I want to keep it....
but some people think I'm stuck up.
that's just how I am now.
it works for me.
I no longer want to hang out with the kids that make me laugh.
I want to hang out with my new friends- the ones who fit in with my reputation.
it's funny how much someone can change.
people don't approach me like they used to...
and i don't approach them because I know I'm superior.
even my own family hates me.
is that what it's come down to?
i want to pick up the broken pieces, but I don't.
and the sad thing is
I don't even care.
