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Look, I won't sugarcoat it, I'm perfect. Of course, why wouldn't I be?
I grew up on a life that most would love to have. A four story modern house, designer clothes, gorgeous looks, power, and people who worship me, basically the whole deal, but it's not all perfect. It's not all lovely. While I myself am perfect, the world isn't and it in a way that bothers me. But at the same time, it's not my fault I'm so perfect that the world just can't compete with me.
Mother, being the bitch she is, decided to put me in a therapy group. I can't even begin to understand why, I mean I'm already perfect, why would I even need to have therapy. Especially since nothing is wrong with me. But now I have to spend time in a group with people who are one, pheasants, and act like it, and two, troubled and fucked in the head.
I do my best to be everything my mother wants but it's never enough. Not for her at least. My mother strives for a life of perfection, in fact I'm pretty sure she lives in it, in her own head at least. At least I don't have to live like a slob like my ex, Conner. God, my mother was right for once. That's another thing.
My mother raised me on a high set of expectations. Always look the best no matter what. Always have the best grades. Always be the best. And associate only with people who can buy your heart. I try my hardest not to be her but it's almost impossible since we share the same DNA. Besides, I'm most certainly the best.
I look back at Jax, and notice that instead of crying, or begging for my forgiveness, he's just casually talking again. What is his deal? He should be upset.
"Yeah, man, I get that, but I just wish he'd pick fights with people who aren't twice his size.", Jax laughs, settling himself deeper into the chair, and his legs out farther. He is exceptionally tall.
The group laughs, but I don't. I missed the set up, and even if I didn't I probably wouldn't. He gets the ice shoulder. I mean the cold shoulder. I just glare at the floor. Tracing the tile carpet's lines, with my eyes.
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