Oh you got me good. Let’s see, oh where to start. It must have been all those times I only spoke good things of you, those times I carried your drunken body home, those times I spoke to guys for you, or maybe just all those compliments and encouragment.. “You’re smart girl, you’re gonna make it all the way.” And it’s sad to think I’m such a bad chick, so sad to think I don’t even know what I did wrong. To even say you played second best ever to me is such a crock. I’d be you in a second flat, but I take that back because that means I’d have to be friends with me- and ..oh...gee.. what a terrible thought to think! I admired the way you carried yourself, those jokes, those lines - a vocabulary so big I’d get lost in translation. So fuck me for being so perfect.. ‘cause let’s see in actuallity if we looked at it right we’d see that statement was wrong and I’m so far from perfect, I’m perfectly un perfect.