Perfect

How can you call me the perfect girl for you when I'm not perfect at all not to you  not to anyone.

I need to change who I am.

I made people mean nothing because that was easier than actually having them mean something. Easier to eliminate them in my mind, slaughter them from my consciousness. It was meant to protect myself from them leaving. Because everyone always leaves. I need to try harder to keep them close.
I'm sorry that I'm crying about stupid things insignificant things things that are nothing compared to well everyone else. The things that upset me shouldn't sorry sorry I'm not supposed to be sad my life is perfect heading on the straight path towards destruction.