Covered

I looked out the window dreaming of a place where there is freedom. Yet, it doesn't seem to exist.

Sometimes I just wish I could be one of those picture perfect girls that you see in the magazine catalogs. They seem to have it easy. A mother that pays attention, a father that they can expect to be there when they come home, friends that support them at least more than one, and the boy of your dreams to not be the reason of your most embarrasing moments.

After all, we all look at what's on the cover.