You think that you're so perfect, but I think not. You've been called many things, but smart is not one of them. You just look at the world with an optimistic view, because you can't see the way people look at you, well maybe you can, but you're naive. No, not naive, stupid is the word. You think you're perfect and that everybody loves you, but once again, that's your distorted view, you can't really see. What you don't realize, with your simple blue eyes, is that, to my surprise, despite all your lies, somehow, someone can care about you. I'm not sure who, but I'm sure they do. Maybe if they were dying they would turn to you. No, not even then. Because, you see, people really CAN see that you are a fake. As fake as press on nails, your plans seem to avail, but really you fail, because we can see. We can see you cheat, lie, be a fake, but you made a mistake, because we saw through you, down to the real you. The ugly you, without your eye shadow, your lipstick, your boyfriend who's a real dick. All the guys are drawn to you, but that's only because you sell yourself. Not in the literal sense, but in the sense that you're cheap like two-dollar wine.

You're not the person meant for fine dine. You're the person who always was, always is, and always will be working at Mc Donalds, saying the clichéd line, "Would you like fries with that?"