Sometimes there is this voice in my head that says I’m doing everything wrong. Like I’m some kinda freak. But if that’s true, why am I the girl with the 3.8 GPA and already knows which college she is going to?

They’re watching, better not do anything stupid, remember what happened last time?

Yeah, I do, you told me to do it.

Well, I’m not the one they think is a whore.

Shut up!

Ah, watch you’re tone.

You’re not even real. You can’t tell me what to do.

That’s what you think.