it was
summer.
i
hadn't seen him in a while. but i still cared about
him. we were etxting one night when he told me about these
really hot waitresses he saw. he said i was pretty, but nothing
compared to them. he would not shut the hell up about it. god,
i hated it. it made me determined to be perfect. i dont like
him anymore, but he was one of the least popular, good looking
guys i know. if someone like him doesnt like my looks, no one
will. i need to be
perfect.