I don't care if it Hurts I want to have control I want to have a perfect body I want to have a perfect soul. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ Some how Triste was okay, well everyone thought so. No one had to know what she went through everyday. All those demons that no one saw that swarmed her head as she tried to concentrate. Maybe all it needs to take is a single pill to kill her... Would she take it? Why would you want to live this life? There is nothing for Triste here and her life was meaningless. What if she cracks and grabs a mere weapon? What could she do with it?