It's nice being perfect, being loved by many people, by the right person. I wish that could happen to me, I thought I had everything, I was pretty, I was smart, but that wasn't enough. . . when can I be loved like you? finally a person reached her hand at me, I though i could be like other people. I thought I could go to school, study, play with friends, and have a family. but if only the right person was the one who reached her hand for me. . . and end my insanity.All Rights Reserved