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know that im not an arrogant person.
confident, yes. but by no means cocky.
im a smart girl. book smart and common sense smart.
im in pretty much every extracurricular club under the sun. name one. try me. im in it.
i run varsity track. and i volunteer almost every week.
i sing. and im good. and ive been playing the piano since i was 4.
boys tell me im pretty. im noticed. cool, i guess.
i have a lot of friends. i have three best friends, and lots of other close friends i can talk to and have fun with.
im funny, witty, down-to-earth. whatever.
i have things going for me. thats all im gonna say.
but these are all such petty, material things to boast of.
doesnt anyone know that thats not me at all?
so ive seemingly got this life thing down. good for me.
im not saying that knowing how to put up a good charade isnt an important skill to have.
because it is.
but i wish i could talk to people about my messes. my secret disasters.
it seems that everyones got me pegged as little miss perfect on the outside, so theres no room left for me to make the mistakes everyone else is allowed to make.
maybe you think im just another teen struggling with identity issues.
i think thats awfully funny.
you see, i know myself a hell of a lot better than i know anyone else on this earth.
which is more than i can say for those who care to judge me and my mistakes.
who are you to talk?
who are any of us to talk about anyone else?
"shoulders of perfection
let them drag you straight across
and tell me
have we found perfection?
are we finally lost?
and i'm staring from a distance
why don't you come get a closer look?"
- tegan and sara
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