Picture Perfect

A loving, caring boyfriend. A funny, smart, overprotective best friend. A big, wonderful house. The prettiest, best clothes. A perfect report card and many admirers. All that sounds perfect doesn't it? Like a dream or fairy tale come true. Yeah, well think again. Look at it from a different point of view. The real point of view. That loving, caring boyfriend of mine is really a needy, suicidal boy that I cannot stand the thought of. That funny, smart, overprotective best friend of mine is a misunderstood, confused boy that makes my heart skip a beat whenever hear his name. That big, wonderful house of mine is almost always empty, well except for me and the dog that is. Those pretty and cool clothes are just something to hide my real self. That report card is perfect only because my parents would kill me if it was anything less than that. And those admirers? Those are just guys that only want to get in my pants, and that try to do exactly that. So yeah, my life sucks, but hey, at least its picture perfect.