They say envy's the best form of flattery. But in my world that is the greatest dreadful feeling ever. You wanna know why? Well because it drives you mad; it makes say and do crazy things. Crazy things like hurting yourself, blaming yourself for mistakes others made. But it's so satisfying to the ones that think they've won. No one really wins. But for the ones who aren't being admired, we pretend to be them, and we love it. And it's when we die that's when we matter, we're no longer tortured by the obsession.

"Together, we form a necessary paradox; not a senseless contradiction." The story of a typical high school girl failing at the meaning of loss and finding herself. That all changes when she meets the typical average...cross that handsome jock Nick Lockwood. Is there anything else left to say? I'll guess you'll have to find out.

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