Life's Not Fair

My life was good. Some might call it great. People would say I had the perfect boyfriend, good grades, a happy family. Yea sure, my life wasn't as awful as some other poor souls, but it wasn't as perfect as everyone might have thought. There was two problems...

1. My perfect boyfriend "Danny"... Wasn't perfect. I was his surface girl. The pretty one that had good grades, fetched him water at practice, helped him study, and the only one he took home to see his parents, because truthfully? If his parents met the girls who slept with their son every weekend, they wouldn't pay for his full tuition to college. Those girls worked below the surface.

2. I wasn't the perfect girlfriend either. There was a guy out there who actually cared about me, but he would never openly admit that. He and I kept it secret, and honestly, I liked it that way.

But how can you tell people that? Oh that's right, you can't. No matter what you say, people will always take it the wrong way.I feel like that's something today's society takes advantage of way too much; it makes innocent people look bad, and the not so great people seem innocent. You could never win... And that's what I would think about late at night when everyone else was in bed; how I could never make everyone happy.