Gone. My social life is now yours. My secrets are out before I even know them myself. My privacy has been invaded ever since. Too many cameras, too many lies. I learned to not trust anyone. Fake smiles, endorsements, the whole deal. I started to feel alone, even though nobody wanted to leave me alone. The feeling that I had to be perfect constantly nagged me. The crazy thing is that four letters drove me to the brink of craziness. F-A-M-E. But even the 'perfect' have problems, and slowly, they begin to crack and break, until they can't take it. This is my story. This is my break through. I call it 'Perfect.'